Wednesday, December 14, 2022

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 All moving in closer to the fires of Fair debris, once the substance of wonder, as the temperature headed down.

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"All moving in closer to the fires of Fair debris"
Literally getting closer to the fire made with debris pulled from the temporary buildings as the cold of winter began to press all around them. Metaphorically, moving closer via time to the moment the entire Fair structure is burnt to the ground in 1864.

"Fair debris, once the substance of wonder"
The essence of mortality. While we live, while we exist, we are both filled with wonder and exude wonder. Our mind is a miraculous wonder set for a short time in a temporary structure doomed to one day crumble into decomposing debris. As the temperature heads down. As the energy flows out of the system.

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 The Colorado Silver Mining Camp, like the other former exhibits, was occupied now by drifters, squatters, mothers with nursing infants, hell-raisers hired for the run of the Fair, now, their market value having vanished, returned to the consolations of drink, dogs and cats who preferred the company of their own species, some who still bore memories of Pugnax and his conversation, and excursions they had been out on.

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"Colorado Silver Mining Camp"
Colorado is where Lew has headed off to, perhaps just as fake as this Colorado, being the Frontier has gone and what is Lew's reality anyway?

"drifters, squatters, mothers with nursing infants, hell-raisers hired for the run of the Fair"
All people, not just the hell-raisers, who have zero market value and are just seen by the market as burdens, leeches, and blemishes on society. It also feels like an apt description of the cast of The Grapes of Wrath except for the infant who should be a grown man because Rose's infant died but she still had milk to give. Spoiler!

"dogs and cats who preferred the company of their own species"
Ambiguous but I think the "who preferred the company of their own species" refers only to cats because dogs fucking love everyone.

"some who still bore memories of Pugnax and his conversation, and excursions they had been out on"
Well this explains what Pugnax was up to while the Chums ate crappy sandwiches and got day drunk on cheap wine. Dirty old Pugnax making time with the locals while the Chums were verging on suicide via boredom. Pretty sure this suggests that Pugnax had sex with at least one cat while at the Fair.

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 Later, after closing day, an autumn deepened over the corrupted prairie, as the ill-famed Hawk, miles aloft, invisibly rehearsed its Arctic repertoire of swift descent, merciless assault, rapture of souls—the abandoned structures of the Fair would come to house the jobless and hungry who had always been there, even at the height of the season of miracle just concluded.

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"closing day"
October 30th, 1893. Closing ceremonies were cancelled because the mayor went and got himself assassinated two days prior.

"corrupted prairie"
I suppose corrupted by mankind in the sense that it was no longer in its natural and innocent state with the advent of man (especially European man although I bet Native Americans did a fair bit of corrupting too! Just different kinds of corruption!). The idea of the prairie being corrupted alludes to the later metaphor of the hawk's victims as souls being raptured: leaving the corrupt earth for the divine heavens.

"ill-famed Hawk"
Probably Buteo lagopus, the Rough-legged Hawk, which lives in the Arctic (thus the "Arctic repertoire") but migrates down to regions across the central United States during winter.

"rapture of souls"
I already pointed out how this is a metaphor! Poor Prairie Dogs being shot up into heaven while their compatriots spin around blinking and thinking, "Where the fuck did Bob go?!"

"the abandoned structures of the Fair"
A good majority of buildings built for World Fairs is meant to be temporary although often various places are maintained so that they still stand. Like the Space Needle in Seattle (as well as various apartment buildings full of cracks in the surrounding areas that weren't meant to become permanent living spaces). The Palace of Fine Arts, now the Museum of Science and Industry (fits thematically!), still stands, having survived the fire of 1894 which destroyed most of the temporary buildings before anybody could fix them up to be less temporary. A few other buildings survived (as well as a ticket booth but probably not the one Lindsay and Miles used because that was definitely not a real ticket booth) by being disassembled and shipped to other places to be reassembled. One of these was the Pabst Pavilion which I mention because beer.

"house the jobless and hungry who had always been there"
But, knowing the way capitalists proud of the city they live in prepare for any large event which will attract tourists, they were probably rousted from the area constantly, beaten, driven out, or arrested. Also, they were probably mostly invisible to tourists not wanting to see the those things which claimed the exact opposite of what the World's Fair was meant to proclaim. Not everything was fucking white shining cities and roses for everybody. It was also these squatters who were blamed for the fire of 1894 which destroyed most of the buildings but I bet it was some fucking capitalist who made off with a good bit of insurance money!

Tuesday, December 13, 2022

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 Not the ballooning profession as the boys had learned it.

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The Chums of Chance owe their ballooning legacy to the 1870-1871 Siege of Paris, as they described at some earlier point in the story. But with science changing so quickly in this liminal place and time which Pynchon chose for a reason (that reason probably being the Michelson-Morley experiment of 1887, according to my speculation and nonsense), the boys now have a lot more to contend with than filling a balloon with hot air and gauging which way the winds are blowing. They're not even flying through Æther anymore. I think?

Anyway, how long ago could the boys have learned ballooning anyway?! They're just lads! Unless they're ghost lads!

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 Presently, as the Inconvenience began to acquire its own sources of internal power, there would be other global streamings to be taken into account—electromagnetic lines of force, Æther-storm warnings, movements of population and capital.

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That's what I speculated and see? I didn't turn mption into an ass at all! Although Pynchon fills out the variables a little more thoroughly because he's Pynchon and he loves to be thorough unless he's currently being vague or abstruse? I guess he could be both thorough and abstruse as well! What do I mean "guess"?! I know he can be!

"electromagnetic lines of force, Æther-storm warnings, movements of population and capital"
Remember, the Frontier is dead, America has just finished its first period of history, technology is changing beliefs, and the population of the world is in constant flux. That last bit, "movements of population and capital," is probably meant to suggest the current "Scramble for Africa" going on by white Europeans, possibly also Americans obsession with mining precious metals and evicting Native Americans from their homes whenever any hint of those metals turned up in their current homes.

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 Once it had been enough to know the winds, and how they blew at each season of the year, to get a rough idea of where they might be headed.

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Things used to be easier! It's like that The Monkees song, "Shades of Grey" (unless it's "Shades of Gray" which I'm pretty sure it isn't or that title would have been located on the other side of the open parenthesis (I looked it up and now don't I look like a huge fool with my arrogant self-assuredness and cheap laptop I purchased with no backspace or delete key!)). "It was easy then to tell truth from lies, selling out from compromise." See? Like that except in this case, it was easy to tell the direction of the ship from the way the wind blew during every season.

Let me start over. I think what the Chums are getting at is that before greater technological innovations which enabled the Chums to propel the ship in any direction, winds be damned, they would have had to rely on the air currents, thus knowing, generally, where those currents were going to shove them. But now the orders are all, "East by south!" and the Chums just turn their rudder in that direction and fire up the thrusters and Pugnax shits out of the side of the balloon and they're off!

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 Speculation began to fill the day.

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Since we're apparently against the day, does that mean we should be against speculation as well? Because that's all I've got, Pynchon! Am I about to learn a lesson about speculation and how it's the academic version of worrying? Like without any solid proof to form theories, it's all just guesswork and nonsense? Because I'm 98% guesswork and nonsense.

Maybe speculation is like assumption and you know how that makes an ass out of "u" and "mption."

Oh yeah! I should speculate too being that I know the Chums are in Chicago and they're supposed to now head east by south. Let me see . . . I bet that means they're going into the center of the Earth! I did not read ahead! Your mom read ahead!

Monday, December 12, 2022

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 Lindsay pulled out charts.

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It's like Thomas Pynchon is punishing me for attempting this project. What am I supposed to do with this line?! A four word sentence?! What happened, Pynchon? Use up all of your four page sentences with Gravity's Rainbow?! Did you finally just tucker out? What's the subtext of this statement? We already know, through good old regular text, that Lindsay Noseworth is a kiss ass who would immediately pull out the charts to figure out where east by south might bring them. Hell, we knew he was a kiss ass based on his big old kiss ass name: Noseworth! He's got a nose worth shoving right up Randolph's ass!

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 "Bear east is pretty much all it says," Randolph in quiet consternation. "East by south."

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East is away from the Frontier. It's both representative of traveling towards the past and back towards civilization. How simply giving a direction equates to a mission, I can't guess and based on Randolph's "consternation" over the message, it seems Randolph is wondering the same thing. Are they expected to simply recognize their destination when they stumble upon it, assuming they even travel along the correct bearing.

"East by south."
Pynchon probably felt he needed to add a little more detail. You know, just to make it realistic!

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 And sure enough, one morning the boys found, wedged casually between two strands of mooring cable, as always unconnected with any action they might've been contemplating, orders silently delivered in the night.

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"always unconnected with any action they might've been contemplating" & "orders silently delivered in the night"
It sounds like the boys have merely had a dream, perhaps a revelatory vision suggesting the next phase in their lives. Without knowing anything about the organization the Chums work for, there's not a lot of reasonable speculation I can make about the delivery system of their new orders. Angels or ghosts might get orders this way from Gods or officer angels! Or, seeing as how this could be interpreted as a dream, the Chums are simply masters of their own fate, unaware that they are dreaming each new adventure into reality.

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 He had moved on, as had so many in their lives, and they continued in a fragmented reverie which, they had learned, often announced some change in the works.

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"He had moved on, as had so many in their lives"
Purgatory could be considered a place between Heaven and Earth or, in other words, the atmosphere where balloons float. Those trapped in Purgatory but not expiating their sins would constantly see others enter and then "move on" as they atoned before them. We have also seen that Lew Basnight has a paranormal ability to move between worlds or dimensions so I'm not suggesting Lew has died and found himself in Purgatory like perhaps the Chums have (I seriously don't think they age!): he just managed to visit their "realm" for awhile before moving on. Not to Heaven! God no! Denver might be close to Heaven but it'll never be mistaken for it.

"they continued in a fragmented reverie"
The Chums currently exist in a dreamlike state. The tone of their adventure, after Lew announces his leaving, quickly changed from linear plot to a sullen-toned vague pauper's existence. I'd also note that existing in a fragmented reverie accurately describes any of Pynchon's characters' existences in his works. Just try to follow Slothrop's adventures in a manner that isn't completely broken up into scattered, dreamlike moments, shitting his guts out one moment, fucking a bohemian witch another, and then dancing in a cellar with a vampire. And that's all within like twenty pages of each other! Just imagine what he gets up to in the other 700 pages!

"some change in the works"
What are "the works" being alluded to here? The work of their organization? Or some aspect of reality? Is their current existence vague and fragmented because reality is reorganizing itself and they have no idea what new form it will take, and thus, what their next assignment will be?

It sure would be a lot easier to follow a Pynchon novel if it wasn't full of mystical hoodoo controlled by powerful forces for unknown reasons!

Sunday, December 11, 2022

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 They began to imagine, jointly and severally, some rescuer entering the crew spaces, moving among them, weighing, choosing, a creature of fantasy to bring them back each to his innocence, to lead him out of his unreliable body and his unique loss of courage, so many years in the making—though, much as he enjoyed unanimous admiration from the crew, it had not turned out to be Lew Basnight.

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"so many years in the making"
The boys are, supposedly, way too young to be having these kind of elderly thoughts. What horrors and traumas have they been exposed to to leave them without innocence or courage, to feel their bodies lack reliability, at the age in which those three things should be virtually indestructible? Is it possible the Chums have somehow managed to experience the whole of the fictional and non-fictional world? Somehow having infinite time in their young lives to visit every major event, historical or popularized by fiction, being that they are characters in a series of young adult books (in the reality of the fiction Pynchon has placed them in)?

This sentence feels like it could have come straight out of Stephen King's novel, It. The adult versions of the children trying to find that thing, or that person, that could bring them back to the only moment in time where they were capable of destroying the monster and yet they failed. So they must find the innocence and the courage and the reliability of body once more, somehow. It's Bill loading his wife onto the handlebars of Silver to ride her through time to find those things so she can emerge from her coma. Really, it's time travel they're all looking for. But not just time travel, more a reversal of time, a way back, a do-over.

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 "Hang it, fellows," Randolph expostulated, "we've got to try to pull out of this!"

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"Hang it, fellows"
Hang the problem instead of yourselves. They were just talking about suicide so I'm probably supposed to make the link, right? Otherwise it's just an even more distanced from version of "Damn it all to Hell!" than "Dang it!"

"we've got to try to pull out of this"
Just like a skyship captain to use a skyship metaphor about averting disaster.

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 When not reeling about quite as uncontrollably as drunkards, the boys would gather to dine on these horrible wet-and-dry sandwiches, drinking the low-priced wine and noting with cogged humor how swiftly each seemed to fatten before the gazes of the others.

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Are the boys even making excursions aboard the Inconvenience anymore? Or did their assignment basically end when Lew Basnight was shipped off to Denver? Their entire assignment was to give access to the Fair from above for White City Investigations, right? Their mission having been cut short before the end of the fair by Lew's departure, the boys now have "resorted" to living in near squalor and drunken revelry while they await their next assignment, an assignment that was probably planned to start after the end of the Fair. Now they find themselves in a liminal waiting space, between the end of one mission cut short and the next not quite ready to begin, eating, drinking, and getting fat.

"horrible wet-and-dry sandwiches"
Barf.

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 Autumn deepened among the desolate city blocks, an edge appeared to the hum of life here, invisible sometimes and furtive as worn boot-heels vanishing round the corners of the stately arcades where the boys resorted, in great shabby rooms, among the smells of stale animal fat and ammonia on the floor, with glass-roofed steam-tables offering three choices of sandwich, lamb, ham, or beef, all heavy on the fat and gristle, stale odors, frown-lined women slapping together meat and bread, a shaken spoon that smacked the flour-heavy gravy on like plaster, eyes cast downward all day long, behind them in front of the mirror rising a pyramid of cheap miniature bottles, known hereabouts as "Mickeys," holding three choices of wine, red, white, and muscatel.

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Speaking of extended duties destroying morale . . . .

Pynchon turns so quickly from the Chums seeming to enjoy their time at the Fair and keeping company with their new friend Lew, to suicide, depression, and job weariness that I barely could tell what was happening. Whatever the spell or orders or mission keeping them in Chicago, it had caused the boys to find themselves long past the limits of their cheer's endurance. Was it Heino's talk of the death of the Frontier? Lew's gift, an inadvertent reminder of suicide? The stench of death forever hanging over The Stockyards, and thus, the city itself? Or was it simply the amount of time at a single location with the knowledge of the work they were doing slowly dawning on them, that they were now participants in making the lives of the working class even more miserable by helping union busters?

The tone and mood has shifted. The Chums now walk a "desolate" environment. Anxiety and worry, "an edge to the hum of life," has settled around their routines. They have "resorted" to "shabby rooms" with this depressing description of the food served and the beat down women serving it.

"resorted"
I just wanted to drop the definition of resorted here as explanation of where the boys have found themselves: "turn to and adopt (a strategy or course of action, especially a disagreeable or undesirable one) so as to resolve a difficult situation." I assumed they spent downtime either aboard the Inconvenience or, as earlier, in camp nearby where it is moored. But earlier they spoke of room aboard for supplies and perhaps this mission has gone on so long that they've found themselves with scant food left, thus having to "resort" to these depressing dining halls with gristle and fat sandwiches slapped together by the most downtrodden of women.

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 They seemed held here, as if under some unconfided spell.

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"unconfided spell"
A spell that forces them to do things they otherwise would not do? As if they were merely characters at the mercy of some author's whim? Not only unable to break free but to even wish to break free, being that their motivations and actions are also controlled by this unknown auteur? I'd suggest more mundane reasons, like poverty or being orphans or possibly some form of community service stemming form an early life of pickpocketing and other urchinry, but Pynchon is the one who brought up spellcraft.

I do like the idea of a punishment though. Especially in the case of Randolph St. Cosmo who could possibly be one of those angels sent to work off some slight toward God by helping mankind out of one jam per week for twenty-four weeks, with summers off.

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 Cheerfulness, once taken as a condition of life on the Inconvenience, was in fact being progressively revealed to the boys as a precarious commodity, these days.

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"a precarious commodity, these days"
Because times are changing or because they're growing older?

Are they growing older though? I still have some serious issues with the Chums of Chance timeline! Perhaps some of them are growing older, the ones who aren't horny angels.

Saturday, December 10, 2022

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 For cases were known and whispered through the service, more certain than idle rumors or sky-stories, of extended duty so terrible in its demands on morale that now and then, unable to continue, some unfortunate Chum of Chance had decided to end his life, the overwhelming choice among methods being the "midnight plunge"—simply rolling over the gunwale during a night flight—yet, for those who might prefer less dependence on altitude, any gun on board would present an irresistible appeal.

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So far, the Chums of Chance and their life have been painted in a joyful light: just a bunch of youngsters on adventures across the world. But suddenly we're introduced to the dark side of Chumming. Not just with the sudden revelation that suicide among the crews was not unheard of but also the realization that the missions the crews embarked upon could be the catalyst for their destruction. What dark adventures have torn at the fragile and innocent psyches of these boys? What dark recesses of the world and nightmare realms have they been witness to? Perhaps H.P. Lovecraft was once a Chum, later to write about the wretched things he saw and the terrifying experiences which played out before his young eyes.

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 The other danger was less easy to speak of, and everyone—except possibly Pugnax, whose thoughts were difficult of access—found themselves speaking in euphemisms.

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Sometimes sky pilots kill themselves. Although, is not having a gun really much of a deterrent to suicide aboard an airship? It's more likely if a Chum found themselves depressed or ashamed or broken-hearted, wouldn't going for a gun in the armory take quite a bit more time than simply strolling over the side of the deck?

"except possibly Pugnax"
What a weird moment to remind everybody about Pugnax! He was the least of my worries about causing harm with a gun and he's even less of a worry for committing suicide! Puppy power!

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 "As of this moment we are all friends and brothers," Randolph supposed, "but historically any ship's armory is a free-standing volume of potential trouble—an attraction to would-be mutineers, and little else. There it sits, waiting its moment, taking up space that might, particularly on an airship, be more usefully assigned."

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Randolph eloquently explaining why guns are bottom-tier inventory. In this case he's speaking about ships, particularly airships, but why not extrapolate his argument to any home in America? Oh, because you want your gun? Fine, whatever. What do I care? Have fun with your free-standing volume of potential trouble, you coward.

"an attraction to would-be mutineers"
Who do you think he looked at when he delivered this line? Lindsay or Chick?

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 But the broader issue remained.

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"the broader issue"
Gun control onboard the Inconvenience. Or, perhaps taking "broader issue" a littler more broadly, gun control in America. Would a gun offer the Chums more security or would they create one more risk to considered aboard an already risky affair of living in a hydrogen balloon floating across various nations of the world? The argument against gun control is a paradox because it relies on the foundational argument that guns are deadly weapons and therefore guns are needed to protect people from guns. But in America, the argument for guns, and why America has so many, has always come down to racism. White Americans treated Black Americans like shit (I know, a totally reductive statement) for, well, ever. So when Black Americans were freed from slavery, white Americans were afraid of what they would do to them. So obviously they needed as many firearms as possible. And that same feeling continues on through every aspect of Black Americans trying to gain equality in this country. It's not just, "I need my guns to protect myself." It's almost always, "I need my guns to protect my property from those impoverished by the systemic racism of a white supremacist country." It's a projection of who are criminals and shouldn't be allowed to have guns and who are proper citizens and should be allowed to shoot whomever they want whenever they want.

Americans exist who don't believe they're accommodating white supremacy or that systemic racism isn't a real thing. But anybody who looks into the history of what white Americans chose to do to public pools once pools were integrated will see reflected in it the way the accommodation of white supremacy informs how the American government's decisions are often made. If a public good or service exists and Black Americans benefit from it, the government (the GOP, mainly, but Democrats are too often willing to compromise with racism, or accommodate white supremacy) will generally do away with that public good or service and allow private enterprise to take over, meaning those whom systemic racism keeps impoverished will lose out on that good or service. Just look to the pools.

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 In the matter of Lew's gift, the solution was easy enough—keep it unloaded.

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Boo! Boring!

"Lew's gift"
A miniature spotter's telescope disguised as a watch fob capable of firing a single .22 round.

"the solution"
Keep it unloaded!

"keep it unloaded"
The solution!

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 The boys thanked him sincerely enough, but that night after Evening Quarters argued late over the recurring question of introducing firearms aboard the Inconvenience.

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"recurring question of introducing firearms aboard the Inconvenience"
This isn't the first time the Chums considered arming themselves. What led to the other moments deemed dangerous enough to even broach the subject? Possibly the encounter with the KKK when they recruited Chick to the team. That one mission in South America with the gambling ring probably saw them in some precarious situations which a gun may have helped extricate them (or, perhaps, simply escalated the situation. That's probably why the arguments over the recurring question). But this time, the firearm came their way innocently enough, as a gift and an oddity. But still quite dangerous, not simply because of the possibility of an accidental wounding but the possibility of blowing the entire balloon to bits.

Obviously the solution is to remove the single bullet and putting it in Randolph St. Cosmo's sock. No wait. Lindsay would demand custody of the bullet, being chief hallway monitor and a huge narc. Probably better to just toss the bullet over the side. It probably won't kill anybody.

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 Lew in return gave them a miniature spotter's telescope disguised as a watch fob, also holding a single .22 round which it was able to fire in an emergency.

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Hey Joe? Where you going with that spotter's telescope disguised as a watch fob in your hand?

Is the climactic scene of the novel going to be Randolph St. Cosmo blowing away Scarsdale Vibe with his watch fob gun as Scarsdale tries to kill Randolph with his walking stick gun?

"miniature spotter's telescope disguised as a watch fob, also holding a single .22 round"
This has got to be a "You'll shoot your eye out!" joke, right?

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 The boys gave Lew a gold-and-enamel Chums of Chance honorary membership pin to be worn beneath his lapel, which, upon being revealed at any branch anyplace in the world, would entitle him to all visitors' privileges provided for in the C. of C. Charter.

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Who the fuck are the Chums of Chance and why do they apparently have branches all over the globe?! Forget about being paranoid about moving to the long gone Frontier! Be paranoid about gangs of school children with enough power and capital to live in balloons traveling all over the world while spying on everybody! Just because they're kind, it doesn't make them just! Is that sentence a palindrome? "Just them make doesn't it, kind they're because just!" It is!

"any branch anyplace in the world"
So am I to believe there aren't just other clubs ballooning around the world but also other "Chums of Chance" as well? Or are the various branches just meant as support for this one group of balloon boys in wide ranging cities around the world? What are these kids up to?!

Friday, December 9, 2022

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 But if the Frontier was gone now, did that mean Lew was about to be disconnected, too, from himself? sent off into exile, into some silence beyond silence as retribution for a remote and ancient vice always just about to be remembered, half stunned, in a half dream like a surgeon's knot taken swiftly in the tissue of time and pulled snug, delivered into the control of potent operatives who did not wish him well?

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This is Lew Basnight momentarily lapsing into Tyrone Slothrop. Although, has he not already been Slothrop and I just wasn't paying attention? This line is pure paranoia ending in the fear of being controlled by some unknown other power which is why I finally connected the two (unless I previously did connect them but I don't remember, having written so many notes over so long a time!). But hasn't Lew been Tyrone this whole time with something unremembered in his past driving him into exile from the world he knew, to wander searching for some unknown that will explain why his life is the way it is? Slothrop in search of the Scwarzgerat and/or the quintuple zero; Basnight in search of the sin he once committed. Slothrop becomes lost in the Zone while Basnight becomes lost in an unknown and mystical neighborhood of Chicago. Slothrop becomes a superhero known as Rocketman while Basnight becomes an unnamed superhero with paranormal powers of observation. Both wind up riding in a balloon! Both have thoughts like Lew's in this passage which I find incredibly difficult to parse being that my brain is composed of Pynchon's definition of anti-paranoia: the belief that "nothing is connected to anything, a condition not many of us can bear for long." I mean, I've borne it my entire life so I'm just one of the "not many," I guess.

"if the Frontier was gone now, did that mean Lew was about to be disconnected, too, from himself?"
I don't understand how the two are connected in the first place but then I don't think like a paranoid. Lew was given an assignment in Denver not "on the Frontier." It's Lew's own fault if he thought he was being sent "to the Frontier" and so sees himself as being sent out to "a place that is now gone." I suppose this is part and parcel of having a paranoid mind: Lew mentions he's going to Denver; Heino says, "It'll be a different West than you expect!"; they discuss the loss of the Frontier; Lew arrives at the conclusion that he's being sent to a place that no longer exists!

"delivered into the control of potent operatives who did not wish him well"
Why does this thought even come to Lew? I suppose, not knowing anything about the Denver office of White City Investigation, and already feeling like the change was a punishment from Nate (who perhaps, Lew thinks, may have recently learned of Lew's sin which always results in Lew being driven off). And if it's a punishment, the people in charge of the Denver office must be people who do not wish Lew well.


Thursday, December 8, 2022

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 "The frontier ends and disconnection begins. Cause and effect? How the dickens do I know? I spent my earlier hob-raising years out where you're headed, Denver and Cripple Creek and Colorado Springs, while there was still a frontier, you always knew where it was and how to get there, and it wasn't always just between natives and strangers or Anglos and Mexicans or cavalry and Indians. But you could feel it, unmistakeably, like a divide, where you knew you could stand and piss would flow two ways at once."

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"The frontier ends and disconnection begins."
The Professor is discussing a liminal space. Perhaps the liminal space that matters in Against the Day. I can't say for certain, having not read this book previously (and, yes, I can see how reading it first and then doing this project would be far more informative). If the frontier is the boundary to the unknown then it is also a boundary to the known, depending on which side you arrive at it. Like pissing at the top of the Rockies, which Heino is making reference to here, things flow from this space into (and out from) two distinct places: "civilization" and "nature." When discussing being "disconnected," Heino must mean disconnected from the natural, chaotic side of the frontier, perhaps obvious in that civilization (and, in the context of what Pynchon has written so far, white society) is being centered. The object of civilization (and white society!) is to destroy the boundary by forcing the center to become the whole. Frederick Turner's essay claimed that taming nature and pushing the frontier was part of the ambitious drive which characterizes Americans. I disagreed with that in many ways but, yes, in a lot of ways, usually after the first pioneers desperate enough to brave the frontier, people followed with ideas of exploitation (who also didn't have to do the work of taming the frontier and so are "disconnected" from the entire experience and idea of it. They never see the boundary).

"you always knew where it was and how to get there"
Heino explains how the frontier wasn't a place that needed to be recognized by sight or by the types of people on either side of it: the frontier was an idea, although one that was nearly tangible, which the mind could simply recognize. Like walking from a warm room to a cool one. You just knew where the boundary was and could probably tell on a daily basis how much it was moving.

"between natives and strangers or Anglos and Mexicans or cavalry and Indians"
Just in case the reader wasn't making the connection of some of the main ways the frontier divided people, by race and culture, Heino makes it plain while stating "These weren't the only ways to tell though! Something more mystic about it!" But it lends credence to the theme of centering white society and how one side of each of those pairs would continue to exist basically unchanged even after "the frontier" disappeared while the other half, having been decentered and disconnected from the wild side of the frontier, would have to completely change to cope with their new white world.

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 "That's about it," the Professor nodded.

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The meat of Frederick Turner's Frontier Thesis was that the American character was built by their struggle to survive on the frontier. In other words, connectedness. Disconnect people from the act of living and they stop caring about those things taken care of by other people. Get a burger by talking to a plastic clown and you never consider what it took to make that burger. Better yet, being that it's 2022, type your order into a phone and have it delivered directly to your door. How more disconnected can you get than not even having to stop whatever you're doing to satisfy your hunger? Stomach growls, type on the phone, doorbell rings, stomach satiated. You never even need to contemplate any point along the chain of how that food wound up on your doorstep. Now imagine being so immersed in the disconnected traditions you were raised to accept as normal that you can walk into a slaughterhouse and watch the entire process without once having the revelation that you are part of that process, that the cow's suffering, it's horrendous cries of pain and loneliness, was partially on you.

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 "Don't think I'll give up steaks just yet," Lew said, "but it does make a man wonder how disconnected those folks down there'd have to be."

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"disconnected"
That's sort of the Heino's point, I think. That the American Cowboy was far more connected to the rearing and slaughter of cattle than any consumer of beef will be again. The cattle are othered and so drained of any semblance of life in this new process that sightseers can tour the killing floors and be blind to the pain and suffering within. They simply see the place where their delicious hamburgers come from. It'll take writers and documentary film makers to reinvigorate the spirit of the animals so that audiences can see it for themselves, far better than seeing it in person. Sure, not for everybody! But you definitely have to cultivate a certain level of "disconnected" to continue to eat meat. Lew imagines what's going on inside the Stockyards but doesn't see it and, so, he can remain disconnected enough to not give up steaks. But he wonders aloud how anybody can look upon, smell, and hear the things he just imagined were happening in the slaughterhouse and still find a steak mouthwatering.

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 At the exit the visitors would find a souvenir-shop, where they could purchase stereopticon slides, picture-postcards, and cans of "Top Gourmet Grade" souvenir luncheon meat, known to include fingers and other body parts from incautious workmen.

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Who invented the whole "exit through the gift shop" dynamic of touring terribly boring business places (and, I guess, non-boring places too, if I must acknowledge that some people think "museums" aren't boring)?

"Top Gourmet Grade"
Do the fingers and other body parts make this souvenir top grade? Are the batches of meat involved in horrific accidents which maim workers set aside to be sold in the gift shop?! I suppose that's better than just shifting it all out into the open market. Although, I suspect, that's not the case. I suspect, being quite the amateur Sherlock Holmes, that the case is hundreds if not thousands of people in the 1800s were inadvertent cannibals. Fuck it. Why am I leaving the 20th Century out of that?! Every single person who has ever eaten a can of Hormel's Chile con Carne is probably an inadvertent cannibal.

"incautious workmen"
This is Top Gourmet Grade victim blaming! "Incautious" really means "forced to work long hours in low light and unsafe working conditions." Lazy daydreaming twats!

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 As the airship descended closer, Lew watched the open vehicle pull up inside the Halstead Street gate to discharge its passengers, and understood, with some perplexity, that it was an excursion group, in town for a tour among the killing-floors and sausage rooms, an instructive hour of throat-slashing, decapitation, skinning, gutting, and dismemberment—"Say, Mother, come have a look at these poor bastards!" following the stock in their sombre passage from arrival in rail cars, into the smells of shit and chemicals, old fat and tissue diseased, dying, and dead, and a rising background choir of animal terror and shouting in human languages few of them had heard before, till the moving chain brought in stately parade the hook-hung carcasses at last to the chilling-rooms.

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And here is "Buffalo Bill's Wild West Show on its head." The stark opposite of an outside performance of skill and mettle, man against beast; a wild display of life lived to its fullest and, although fictional, at least a semblance of a fair fight. The animals at least somewhat an active participant in its eventual demise (not in the fictional representation of past events which the show portrays, of course!). But inside the dark of the Stockyards, it's the 1890s version of going to see the latest Saw movie. Perhaps the Stockyard is simply more truthful and to the point: this is how it ends so why bother with all the spectacle and theater? Although what's the point of life without spectacle and theater? Even for a cow? We need "Buffalo Bill's Wild West Show" so that we aren't overwhelmed by existence's taint of shit and chemicals, full of disease and cries of animal terror as we're all railroaded down an ever narrowing chute to be paraded out in front of family and friends for one last look before the dirt rains down upon our bodies, erasing us from all human memory in one or two generations.

Wednesday, December 7, 2022

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 "That little charabanc down there just making the turn off Forty-seventh?"

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"charabanc"

Picture found at http://www.gail-thornton.co.uk/. Your one-stop-shop for all conveyances horse-drawn.

Professor's charabanc probably looked something like that but, since they're viewing it from above, my guess is it's an open top. Why is he pointing it out? I don't know! I don't read ahead! I guess char à bancs means something like "chariot with benches" in French. I say "I guess" because I am terrible at doing proper research. You really shouldn't be reading any of this.

"Forty-seventh"
They're probably above the Back of the Yards neighborhood in Chicago. The Encyclopedia of Chicago says of the area, "Back of the Yards was settled by skilled Irish and German butchers, joined in the 1870s and 1880s by Czechs. Here in 1889, developer Samuel Gross built one of his earliest subdivisions of cheap workingmen's cottages." They don't have any mention of a crazed Austrian Archduke setting up a Most Dangerous Game franchise here.

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 He handed Lew a pair of field-glasses.

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Heino Vanderjuice wants Lew Basnight to take a closer look at the text. I mean the Stockyards. No, I mean the text. Remember how right now, in this scene, Lew has taken on the role of the reader as Randolph and Heino attempt to go a little more in-depth with Pynchon's themes rather than just dropping a reference or two that the reader will most likely miss, being so far off and out of sight that you'd need a pair of binoculars to see them at all.

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 "Yes here," continued the Professor, nodding down at the Yards as they began to flow by beneath, "here's where the Trail comes to its end at last, along with the American Cowboy who used to live on it and by it. No matter how virtuous he's kept his name, how many evildoers he's managed to get by undamaged, how he's done by his horses, what girls he has chastely kissed, serenaded by guitar, or gone out and raised hallelujah with, it's all back there in the traildust now and none of it matters, for down there you'll find the wet convergence and finale of his drought-struck tale and thankless calling, Buffalo Bill's Wild West Show stood on its head—spectators invisible and silent, nothing to be commemorated, the only weapons in view being Blitz Instruments and Wackett Punches to knock the animals out with, along with the blades everybody is packing, of course, and the rodeo clowns jabber on in some incomprehensible lingo not to distract the beast but rather to heighten and maintain its attention to the single task at hand, bringing it down to those last few gates, the stunning-devices waiting inside, the butchering and blood just beyond the last chute—and the cowboy with him. Here."

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"the Yards"
Raising cattle was once an adventure, an experience, and a way of life but it has been eradicated and replaced by the brutal streamlined efficiency of American capitalism. As seen earlier from a different overhead view as the Chums entered Chicago, the freedom of the open range has been reduced to a labyrinth of tight corridors leading directly to the "last chute" in Chicago's Stockyard, or "Buffalo Bill's Wild West Show stood on its head."

"the Trail"
Heino's metaphor for time. As a trail is a journey with a destination, time is as well. Time has brought the open expanse of the frontier to its culmination at the killing yards of Chicago. Much like the way the Yards funnels the cattle through a narrow path to their ultimate and pre-written doom, with no alternate paths, no choices, no surprise endings but the one (a surprise only to the cattle, one after the other, in turn), time funnels each of us into narrower and narrower paths. When the frontier was young, everything was wide open and free, a cornucopia of choice and possibility. But time eventually tightens its grip and choices slough away, paths close, trails disappear, until we feel we're left with one unending path toward the Wackett Punch, the blade, and the chute. The frontier was America's youth, it's possibility, it's freedom. But that time has ended. America's youth is over. Time to grow up.

"Here."
This is really just part of the next sentence where Heino is going to hand something to Lew!

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 "To show you what he means," said Randolph, putting the helm over and causing the Inconvenience to veer inland, bearing northwest, toward the Union Stockyards.

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Randolph and Heino are going to give Lew (as well as the reader) an example of what Frederick Turner was talking about since most people reading this book aren't going to put the book down at the end of every sentence and do a bunch of extra-curricular reading on every reference dropped by Pynchon or one of his characters.

"Union Stockyards"
The meatpacking district in Chicago, owned and operated by multiple railroad companies. I imagine Randolph and Heino are going to use the railroads as evidence of the disappearing frontier and how they are making America, in a metaphorical way, smaller and smaller. Or they're just going to check out some cows getting slaughtered as some other kind of metaphor for the country.

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 "Back in July my colleague Freddie Turner came out here from Harvard and gave a speech before a bunch of anthro people who were all in town for their convention and of course the Fair. To the effect that the Western frontier we all thought we knew from song and story was no longer on the map but gone, absorbed—a dead duck."

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"My colleague Freddie Turner came out here from Harvard"
No he didn't, Professor. In 1893, Turner was a history professor at the University of Wisconsin. He didn't begin teaching at Harvard until 1910. Pynchon is a historical genius so I'm going to assume it's Heino Vanderjuice who was confused about this.

"gave a speech before a bunch of anthro people"
That speech was "The Significance of the Frontier in American History" and I hope that somewhere in the previous entries across the first 938 lines, I've mentioned my frontier theory. This is the first that I've heard of Frederick Jackson Turner and his "frontier theory" which, although sharing many of the same qualities as my theory, differs in one major way. I'll get to that. But first, Jackson's theory!

Turner's essay begins by expressly stating that the frontier was over, gone, absorbed, a dead duck, as Heino Vanderjuice explains so succinctly. But up until the 1880s, Turner argues the frontier was the most definitive catalyst in developing the character of the American people. He viewed westward expansion as being driven by a need to dominate nature, to expand power, and to seek a place of freedom from the states (or State). That was the drive that led people westward but he believed the struggle to survive and to prosper honed a distinctive American character.

This theory is important to Pynchon's themes because it is very much an imperialist and colonial view, one that ignores the people already on the land (other than as "challenges" to be overcome by the pioneers), embracing Manifest Destiny as not only a view that the land was meant for immigrant Europeans but that it was also a place which helped develop all the characteristics Americans like to see themselves as possessing: individualistic, capable, hard working, inventive, stalwart.

This speech was given at the Chicago World's Fair which Pynchon has gone to great lengths to describe as an event which centered white people on the stage of the world. Turner's view of the frontier was just another example.

While Turner believed that the expansion of the frontier was something which created positive traits in the pioneers and developed the strong characteristics of American individualism, my theory of the frontier is a bit more cynical, a bit more postmodern. Turner paints westward expansion as a need, a drive...in fact a choice made by the pioneers. He believes that the hardships created the characteristics of the people who blazed those trails. But I believe those characteristics were already in those people. There's a reason you leave civilization behind you and move westward to "escape the State." It's because either you can't get along with the status quo or the status quo doesn't want you anymore. The people who went westward were people fleeing; they were people who either didn't want to fight for their individuality and humanity anymore, or were too tired to continue. Even Turner paints a picture of the West versus the East, where the West is freedom and the East is old rules and beliefs. That's why people moved west: escape. All of my favorite novels tell the metaphor of westward expansion, of fleeing from the status quo to be free to be yourself: Catch-22, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, The Ancient Child (in its way!), The Grapes of Wrath. Americans like to think of their Colonial (and Imperialistic!) ancestors as fighters but there's a reason they fled Britain. And then many kept fleeing West as the East Coast became more and more established and rigid. The West Coast was founded by anti-establishment weirdos who didn't hone their characteristics trying to survive; they brought those characteristics with them. It is those characteristics that practically forced them to leave civilization behind.

My theory also ignores the Native Americans and imperialist actions by the Europeans but that's because my theory is less about history and more about literature. Also, it's really just based on one day realizing that all of my favorite books were pretty much about a character who runs away rather than battling the powers that be. Fuck the powers that be!

"the Western frontier we all thought we knew from song and story was no longer on the map but gone, absorbed—a dead duck."
Turner concluded his essay by pointing out that the end of the frontier was the end of the first great period in American history. This speaks to the idea that Pynchon has chosen this time in American history because it is a liminal period: America is leaving the wild frontier behind and is beginning to tame it with light and electricity.

The Census Bureau, in 1890, actually declared the end of the frontier after seeing that the west had become sufficiently densely populated to all but erase any line of a frontier. Officially, westward expansion was over. People now had nowhere to escape which meant, whether they wanted to or not, they were now going to have to fight for what they believed. Definitely a new era in America.

Tuesday, December 6, 2022

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 "It may not be quite the West you're expecting," Professor Vanderjuice put in.

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How does Vanderjuice know what West Lew Basnight is expecting? In 1893, if you were moving west from Chicago, how wild and lawless did you expect it to be? Looking up a timeline, it wasn't until 1844 that Oregon City became the first incorporated city west of the Rocky Mountains. So let's say 50 years of "civilization" digging in its fancy heels. At the tail end of those fifty years later, a bunch of Western and Midwestern states are only just being admitted into the Union. Much of the famous Wild West outlaws are still making waves although their time is quickly waning. The massacre of hundreds of Lakota Sioux has just recently taken place at Wounded Knee. So I imagine somebody going from Chicago to Denver would still be expecting a dangerous frontier (I'd say mostly from law men and the military but the press has probably taken their sides through most of the breaking news).

Is Vanderjuice's statement an indication of how much technology has crept across the west? In 1881, San Jose, California, became the first city west of the Rocky Mountains with electric civic lighting. No wonder the area became Silicon Valley! Always on the forefront of technology, right? Anyway, that's twelve years prior to Vanderjuice saying this sentence. And Vanderjuice, being a technological scientist (and a knower of the world's secrets which he sends the Chums of Chance to investigate or stop or help spread), probably knows exactly what kind of west Lew Basnight is headed for. Less a Wild West frontier and maybe a frontier of technology and changing social ideas.

Or maybe Vanderjuice will explain what he means in the paragraph of dialogue that follows this! If he does, at least I've prepared myself with a tiny little foundation of western knowledge.

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 "At least they tell you where it is you'll be sent off to. After the closing-day ceremonies here, our future's all a blank."

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"they tell you where it is you'll be sent off to"
"They" tell you a lot of stuff about how things will be but only time can tell you how things were. Randolph's vague "Denver" isn't a whole lot more helpful than Randolph's unknown next location.

"our future's all a blank"
But it isn't, is it? Pynchon has already written the book. The pages are full. It's just that Randolph has no awareness of that future yet. Pynchon is writing a book where he drops the reader into an 1893 timeline. The reader knows, if only vaguely, the Randolph's world's twists and turns and, while not its ultimate destination, at least as far as mile marker 2022 (or later, for the future readers). Randolph's future isn't blank. Nobody's future is blank. It is merely unknown. It is yet to be revealed. Time is like a book already written and life like the reader's eyes moving across the page. Some may look at it more like a Choose Your Own Adventure book where they have some illusion of free will about the outcome, and others are content to believe what will happen will happen, and always will happen, or always has happened. Randolph's future is anything but blank. Even when Pynchon wrote that line, he probably already knew how Randolph's story will conclude in this book. Or, at least, the point where Pynchon will leave off Randolph's story. Will Randolph's future be blank then? I suppose time will tell, no?

Monday, December 5, 2022

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 Randolph had a sympathetic look.

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Randolph is probably about to explain how the Chums of Chance are constantly having to move on as well. He may paint it as an issue of living in a balloon and having to take missions all over the world. But I'm sure he's really thinking about how, as an angel, he was required to leave Heaven for his mission on Earth. That's speculation on my part but it's based on evidence!

Remember, my theory is that Randolph is based on Blake's character Orc in America a Prophecy (and other works). He's a fallen character (as in Lucifer!) who symbolizes rebellion and freedom. Orc manages to get Americans to rise up in revolution and bring down their oppressors. From what I've seen so far, Against the Day takes a strong pro-union stance and most of the main characters are sympathetic to the poor and working class.

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 "I'll be gone by then. They're sending me west, fellows, and I guess it's so long."

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Lew's lighting out for the Territory. It's against his will but wasn't it, technically and historically, against almost everybody's will to light out for the Territory? I'm not saying it wasn't a choice but, I mean, was it really?! Leaving civilization and everything you knew to make your way into the chaos of the unknown? Gotta be a lot more to it than Free Will. Like that family in The VVitch. Not only did they "light out for the Territory" from England because their religious beliefs basically forced them out but then they lighted out for an even further Territory when they were banished from town. Forces conspire to drive people westward which often means those driven westward are the best of the bunch because the status quo was their only enemy and chaos, their only friend.

Anyway, that's my belief, being from the West Coast!

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 "Still some weeks till the fair closes," said Randolph.

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Randolph, not realizing he's speaking to a terminally ill person, declares there is still plenty of time left to do the things they love. Not that Lew made himself particularly clear (nor is he terminally ill. That was a metaphor!).

The fair ended on October 30th, 1893 so according to Randolph's timeline, we must currently be in late September or early October.

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 His presence made it no easier for Lew to impart his news, but he did manage at last to blurt, "Doggone but I'm going to miss this."

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I suppose there are some lines that I could easily skip past without comment but then what would be the worth of this project? It's lines like these, when I feel I have nothing to research or any mediocre insight to give, where I usually just write a sonnet!

Lew did, at last, manage to blurt, "Doggone!"
To indicate that which he could not speak,
His words become a jumble of frog spawn
Replaced by euphemistic blasphemy.

Long gone, his past, a vagary through sin
Occluded by dense mists of mystery.
His wife, his friends, his place of time within. . .
At most, a phantom ache, lost history.

Future, now cast, by Nate's paranoid stones.
Denver Heaven? Or a possible Hell?
Leaving a life well loved for an unknown
Unclear to all 'cept waiting time to tell.

"Doggone but I am going to miss this."
The present lament for all who exist.

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 Lew's detective reflexes warned him of something deeply evasive about this personable academic, which he guessed the boys were aware of, too, though it was their business what to make of it.

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"something deeply evasive about this personable academic"
Vanderjuice obviously feels shame for working with Scarsdale Vibe but could Lew be sensing something more than that? Vanderjuice's envy of Tesla's mind and ability has led him to work with Scarsdale Vibe against the good of mankind. If he's willing to do that, what else might he be willing to do? How might he be manipulating the boys and what ends does he have them working towards?

"which he guessed the boys were aware of"
Randolph was certainly aware that Heino wasn't being entirely truthful about his reasons for being in Chicago but it doesn't seem Randolph's suspicion of Heino went much further than that. It was because Heino was acting so out of character that caused Randolph to worry. For now, I'll assume Heino has everybody's best interest in mind but he's stumbled into a dangerous association with Scarsdale too deep from which to extricate himself. I know how history has turned out and the world doesn't have free energy so I'm not holding out hope that Scarsdale Vibe is somehow defeated in his machinations.

Sunday, December 4, 2022

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 Professor Vanderjuice was along for the day, having completed whatever business had detained him in Chicago.

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Well, we know what business that was: a contract with Scarsdale Vibe to build an Anti-Tesla Machine! So, having completed the business, I suppose that means Vanderjuice is now working for Scarsdale. But that business is still a mystery to the Chums. Ray Ipsow seems the kind of bloke to keep a person's business their own business while also being stand up enough to help out the Professor if he were to really find himself in serious trouble. Ray may eventually have to let the Chums know what the Professor has gotten himself into so that they can have a big adventure saving Vanderjuice's ass and defeating Scarsdale! Although judging by the direction history continues to veer, people like Scarsdale usually win out.

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 Faint janglings of music ascended from the Midway pavilions, a bass drum thumped like the pulse of some living collective creature down there.

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I realize that a lot of my reading of the lines of this novel stem from my own beliefs and philosophies about how I think we should regard society, civilization, and living. But I'm also trying to rein it into the bounds of what I believe Pynchon is saying. And no matter how conservative a person's political leanings, I can't imagine their biases and prejudices could allow them to remain blind to his anti-colonial philosophy. It's just absolutely everywhere. And so I choose to read this bit as a statement of intent: we are a living collective creature. We must work together to survive. And the heart of what we are is primal, a tribal bass drum thumping away in time, orchestrating all the moving parts toward one overreaching goal. Keeping us alive. Trying to keep us healthy and moving forward. The "unbearable whiteness" is what we see; the pulsing bass drum beat, surely meant to evoke a tribal or primal sound, the sound of brown people, drives us. The sound which in America will become Ragtime, and then Jazz, and then Rock 'n' Roll.

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 The visibility today was unlimited, the Lake sparkling with a million highlights, the little electric launches and gondolas, the crowds in the plazas adjoining the mammoth exhibition buildings, the whiteness of the place nearly unbearable. . . .

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"The visibility today was unlimited"
Lew Basnight has a nearly paranormal ability to perceive his surroundings, as noted by Nate Privett when he first encountered Lew. Today he is up in the Inconvenience and nothing in the Fair can escape his vision, even, possibly, past the limits of the real. "Unlimited" seems pretty specific here. Just try to keep in mind Basnight's extra-sensory perceptive abilities and Pynchon's historical use of the term "inconvenience." By perceiving the world as it truly is, and not limiting what we see to what we desire, the inconvenient truth of it all will be exposed.

"the Lake sparkling with a million highlights"
The Lake being Lake Michigan (that's for my fellow West Coasters whose knowledge of U.S. geography really shits the bed east of the Rockies). This is the first mention of light and electricity in this opening line. The lake shines with reflected light. But the light only reveals the surface of the lake. Bodies of water beneath the surface are generally metaphors for the subconscious, or that which remains hidden from view. Perhaps a knowing, winking paradox at the unlimited visibility, or just a reminder that we are often blinded by that which we see, believing what is visible is the extent of what is actually there.

"the little electric launches and gondolas"
Next Pynchon mentions the "electric launches," reminding us of the electricity illuminating much of the fair at night. During the day, the sun makes everything sparkle, allows us to visualize our surroundings. But now, with electricity, the night has also been harnessed in much the same way. Better, stronger, more clear than lanterns and torches. It is a vehicle, as a launch or a gondola, to move us more easily through our surroundings. Perhaps much like a balloon through the air moving us across vast distances, through time and space. Technology as a means of propelling evolution forward faster and faster.

"the crowds in the plazas adjoining the mammoth exhibition buildings"
After that, crowds in the areas between the buildings, flowing to and fro, as a current might. The plazas being mere conduits for people to pass from experience to experience, and the experiences within the pavilions meaning nothing without the people passing through to light them up, to acknowledge them, to marvel at them, to illuminate them.

"the whiteness of the place nearly unbearable"
And finally, the unbearable whiteness which can be read as the new and flashy brightness of the electric light's ability to expose what was previously hidden, or to, you know, make visibility unlimited. Of course there is the other way to read the unbearable whiteness which I've covered earlier in the sections with Miles and Lindsay's foray into the fringes of the Fair.

". . . ."
Always an odd bit of punctuation for me but here it seems to say, "And so many other things I could mention, going on and on, being that visibility was unlimited, but I shall choose to stop here by adding this fourth period. Done!

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 In the short time he'd been riding with them, he'd almost come to feel more at home up in the Inconvenience than he did at the Agency.

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Well of course Lew did! The Chums are right good fellows who must be a lot of fun to pal around with (excepting Lindsay, of course). And who is there to joke around with back at the Agency?! Nate? Rewind? The dozens of nameless coworkers Lew named who would have been better suited for the Denver transfer? The ones who, daily, tried to convince Lew that Anarchists were around every corner blowing things up and destroying America? Why would Lew ever feel at home at the Agency? Why would Lew ever feel at home anywhere since he obviously isn't even in his proper timeline! I say "obviously" because it seems obvious to me but I guess it's just theory and speculation. But what do you expect from somebody whose formative years were spent watching In Search Of which begins with "This series presents information based in part in theory and conjecture." I was five years old when I began watching that show! My whole world became based in theory and conjecture!

"come to feel more at home up in the Inconvenience"
Lew has begun the transformation into a ballooner, more comfortable in the heavens than on the Earth. Already on the Earth, he had begun to see things in ways he couldn't unsee: weird hidden districts, labyrinthine hotels, union workers as human beings, chaotic and violent rulers. He was learning inconvenient truths which were edging him out of the comfort of the status quo. The Agency was where one believes what those in power want you to believe, grounded and sure; the Inconvenience is where one can see the true scope of things, throwing a wrench in the comfort of life trying not to care too much about anything but themselves. As Pynchon so starkly stated in Gravity's Rainbow, the "inconvenience of caring" was a thing so abhorred by so many that they would contort their world view and beliefs into pretzels of logic to continue to ignore it.

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 For some reason Lew felt uncomfortable telling the Chums of Chance about his transfer.

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Is this the emotional discomfort any person might feel when saying goodbye to friends? Or is this a particular discomfort that Lew feels due to his history of shifting places and more than once losing all that he has ever known? I suppose it's left for the reader to interpret as even Lew doesn't quite know why he's feeling uncomfortable. He might work it out in the next sentence or two and then won't I look like a foolish bastard, wasting all this time discussing a mundane line that's just meant to introduce a new scene! Acting like there's something mysterious Pynchon is holding back not only from the reader but from Lew himself! Why even mention the discomfort if it's not related to the themes of the book (whatever those are! Probably quaternions!).  Maybe it's because Lew extorted a whole lot of money out of Nate in the contract to move to Denver and Lew knows the money was made by crushing the hopes and dreams of the working poor!

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 Lew blew a smoke ring, and a few more concentrically. "Well now shit, there, Nate."

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And there it is. The final lines of this interaction and this section. Lew lording his winning hand over Nate, slowly, methodically, luxuriously. And then letting Nate know, in one incomplete sentence, how he pities Nate and his experience. He may run White City Investigations. He may hobnob with the rich and powerful. He may earn quite a bit of money oppressing workers and destroying unions. But his quality of life is for shit. He's never actually seen Chicago. He just lives there and exploits it. And he thinks he's going to trick Lew into a Denver transfer without ponying up anything?!

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 "No," Nate staring impatiently, "not too often, I work too late for that."

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First off, I highly doubt Nate is doing much work. So "I work too late for that" means "I'm usually passed out in my office by then." Nate also might be a little bit upset to learn that Lew's ability to perceive things better than the average person means that Lew actually gets more enjoyment and fulfillment out of his existence than Nate does. But mostly Nate is just getting angry and impatient because Lew noticed that Lew has all the power in this transaction and he's making the most out of it. He's really letting Nate dangle here. "You want me to go to Denver? Well, it's going to cost you, buddy!"

Sunday, January 9, 2022

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 After a couple-three slow puffs, "Ever come out of work in this town when the light's still in the sky and the lamps are just being lit along the big avenues and down by the Lake, and the girls are all out of the offices and shops and heading home, and the steak houses are cranking up for the evening trade, and the plate-glass windows are shining, with the rigs all lined up by the hotels, and—"

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Lew takes a slow moment to think about it and then gives evidence for how it's going to cost Nate quite a bit of money to get him to leave Chicago for Denver.

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 Lew reached for a panatela and lit up.

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Sounds like Lew is considering the cost of the favor Nate is asking of him.

"panatela"
A long thin cigar. I don't know how this is a penis joke but since Pynchon wrote it, I'm sure it's funny.

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 "Lew, it's gold and silver mining out there. Nuggets for the picking up. Favors that you can name your own price."

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Here we see how capitalism keeps most Americans down. Because this is the intersection of making money and keeping other people from making money. There's lots of money in mining which means a lot of people not doing any mining are going to want their hands on that money and are willing to pay other people for information that can be used to take that money out of the hands of the people actually doing the mining. Money enough for everybody except the poor sods who are actually pulling the gold and silver out of the earth. So much money that if somebody comes along and says, "Hey, I want to find a way to steal the claim from that old guy down the canyon . . . you know, the one with the donkey?", you can say, "Well, I reckon that's gonna cost twenty thousand dollars." And the person, knowing exactly how much money is in the ground out there, will instantly put out their hand and scream, "Deal, sucker!"

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 "O.K, boss, I get the drift. It's not up to you, that what you're about to say?"

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Nate's a coward and Lew let's Nate know he knows. Obviously it's up to Nate; it's his agency!

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 As if this were a real question, Lew began to recite names of plausible colleagues, all of them with an edge on him in seniority, till Nate's frown had grown deep enough.

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"As if this were a real question"
The question: "Who better than Lew to ramrod the operation?" Lew decides to point out all of the people who would be a better fit. But since it wasn't a real question, Nate shows his displeasure at the path this conversation has gone down. He's sending Lew and it was never meant to be a discussion.

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 W.C.I. had decided to open a Denver office, Nate explained, and with more Anarchists per square foot out there than a man could begin to combat, who better than Lew to ramrod the operation?

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They'll have to change the Denver office's name from White City Investigations to Mile High Investigations. Or, I suppose, the whole "White City" connotations still fit. You know the kinds of people they mostly investigate. You know.

"more Anarchists per square foot out there"
Why are there more Anarchists in Denver than Chicago? Does it have something to do with frontier life? My guess is that the further west you go, the more "anarchists" you're going to find. Because what type of people would move west? Those who are tired of all the bullshit rules established on the east coast. Also there's probably a ton of people blowing up railroad trestles in an attempt to hit the railroad barons in the pocketbooks until they decide to improve working conditions and pay.

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 "Lew, you card! Be serious!"

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In other words, "Yes, Lew, that's exactly what I'm doing but you can't be that direct. You have to let me spin it in a way that doesn't make it look like my motives are selfish and shitty."

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 "What 'region' is it I'm being packed off to, Nate?"

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Why would Nate be sending Lew away? So the Pinkerton's can't get their hands on him? Or is there more money to be made spying on people somewhere else in the country? "Like, say, Denver to spy on the railroads" is something a person who glanced ahead a line and saw the word "Denver" might say.

I'm ashamed to admit I've never been packed off by a company to another location. Mostly I always just quit jobs after they hurt my feelings for one reason or another. Never let a person who's paying you think they can treat you like shit!

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 Lew looked up, poker-faced.

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Now I'm going to have that song stuck in my head for the rest of the day.

"poker-faced"
Displaying no emotion. But displaying no emotion while understanding emotion. You can't just display no emotion like Data. A poker-face is meant to show the person across the table from you that you're hiding something, like joy at your hand or the pain of existence. But if you're Data, that's just your normal face. I suppose that works to your benefit in poker. Except Data doesn't know how to bluff so you don't have to read his face. If he's betting, he's betting the perfect amount for the risk of the hand he's currently holding. Data sucks at poker.

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 One day he came bounding into Lew's office surrounded by a nimbus of cheer phony as nickel-a-quart bay rum—"Good news, Agent Basnight, another step up your personal career ladder! How does . . . 'Regional Director' sound?"

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Sounds like a scam to foist some of the failing business onto Lew.

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 The discontent became evident in the White City shop as well, as The Unsleeping Eye began to lure away personnel, soon more of them than Nate could afford to lose.

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"The Unsleeping Eye"
The Pinkerton code was "We never sleep."


This feels like an Injury to the Eye is about to happen.

When a company feels like another company is cutting into their business, instead of making their company more appealing and efficient, they tend to either try to run the other company out of business or simply purchase the entire thing. Nate's probably panicking because eventually he might lose his cash cow, Lew, to the Pinkerton's. Remember, even Nate admitted the Pinkerton's pay better!



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 Of course this provoked some grumbling in the business, mainly from Pinkerton's, who, having assumed American Anarchism was their own personal cookie jar, wondered how an upstart like White City dared aspire to more than crumbs.

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It's capitalism, baby! If there's money to be made in painting protestors just trying to make life better as anarchists, paint away! But also maybe find a way to squash any competition because how dare anybody else make any money off of making the world miserable for a whole lot of people.

Why would the Pinkertons want to share in this business? They're making fistfuls of money by perpetrating terrible acts of violence against a population that nobody cares about! Who would want to share in that windfall?!

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 Soon, along with dozens of file drawers stuffed with the information he brought back, Lew had moved into his own office, at whose doorsill functionaries of government and industry presently began to appear, having surrendered their hats in the outer office, to ask respectfully for advice which Nate Privett kept a keen eye on the market value of.

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As we've really learned so well in this digital age, businesses make a lot of money by simply gathering and redistributing information. Lew is an expert at observing and Nate is taking advantage of that. Lew gathers intel on the front lines of the workers' movement while in disguise and Nate sells that information to the people who want to quash the movement. Lew is currently a middleman for helping to keep workers in abhorrent conditions although this sentence doesn't express Lew's attitude. We don't see exactly what information Lew is passing on. Will he sabotage the effort to destroy the striking workers or hold back? Does Lew even pick a side? Although, I suppose, if he chooses to not pick a side, he's picking the side of the powerful. Pretending you're above the fight doesn't make you intellectually superior because you refuse to get dragged into the conflict; it simply makes you a tool of the powers that be. They want you disinterested. They want you looking at more pleasant things. They, in fact, depend on it.

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 He found himself out by factory fences breathing coal-smoke, walking picket lines in various of W.C.I.'s thousand disguises, learning enough of several Slavic tongues to be plausible down in the deadfalls where the desperate malcontents convened, fingerless slaughterhouse veterans, irregulars in the army of sorrow, prophesiers who had seen America as it might be in visions America's wardens could not tolerate.

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I know this book was written in 2006 but it fucking hurts my heart that Pynchon is describing the world of 1893 and, aside from maybe many of the people picketing being fingerless, nothing much has changed. America's wardens have done a pretty good job of simply giving out enough slack to quiet enough people so that things hardly change at all. And when things do change, you can bet the pendulum will eventually swing back—maybe not quite as far—to take back much of what they resented giving away. What do you think Reagan's 80s were? It was the pendulum swinging back as far as they could get it. And what do you think is happening right now? The rich and powerful have once again stoked the powers of racism and xenophobia to get the white poor and working class to help push the pendulum back as far as they can get it.

"prophesiers who had seen America as it might be in visions America's wardens could not tolerate"
These days, you don't even need America's wardens to shut down the prophersiers. Now all it takes is a bunch of moderate centrists to tell anybody who'll listen that a better world isn't realistically possible. Centrists are Goddamned dream killers. I suppose they always have been. It's the people who are comfortable in the current status quo who don't want to make any waves even if making waves is necessary for the lifting up of all the boats chained to the bottom that can't, for traditional, systemic, and racist reasons, rise with the tide.

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 Anarchist-related tickets began landing on his desk with some regularity.

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Better Lew's desk than some ex-cop fired from the force because he loved to bust people's heads too much. His fellow cops, busting heads right beside him, were probably all, "Yeesh, Frank. At least try to hide the boner."

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  Anarchists and heads of state being defined these days as natural enemies, Lew by this logic became the natural gumshoe to be taking aim at Anarchists, wherever they happened to pop up in the shooting gallery of day-to-day history.

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There it is explicit. Everybody assumes, since Lew was Ferdinand's handler, that he's pro the rich and powerful while anti the poor and working class. So Nate sent him to the Anarchy meeting expecting that Lew couldn't sympathize with people he found disgusting and so would learn some intel that would help stop them in their fight against their employers. But it probably works the other way too. If anybody at the meeting recognized Lew as somebody who has been seen around town with the foreign leader, they'll automatically assume he's trying to infiltrate the movement. But all that other stuff I said about Line 104 is the part of this that's unstated. By saying that it's hanging out with the Archduke that caused everybody to think he's the enemy of the working class, Lew is suggesting that it isn't true at all. As we've seen, he's actually gained sympathy for the movement by attending the meeting.

So his job as handler of the Archduke has led to another job to keep an eye on the Anarchists simply because of the assumptions made about the job he was paid to do. As if somebody being paid has to believe in the work they're doing! If that were true, nothing would ever get done in America!

I'm not saying people should be taking jobs they find unethical! I'm just saying you don't have to love feeding people hamburgers just to throw a fucking slab of meat on a grill at Burger King. I guess it helps though. Man, I'd love to get off on feeding people hamburgers! I'd be king of the King, slinging Whoppers while singing and dancing.

Man, I just wish I loved doing anything as much as I love doing absolutely nothing.

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 Look after one royal, everybody starts making assumptions.

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Okay, okay! I made my own assumption as to what happened because of the Austrian Archduke! This clarifies the "it" a little more (although not yet spelling it out). "It" must be the way people are now treating Lew because he was the handler of Franz Ferdinand. Perhaps it's the way they reveal their true terrible natures to him, thinking, "This guy hangs out with the rich and powerful so he must hate poor people too!" Or maybe people just assume Lew is rich now and expect him to buy drinks down at the corner bar.

Sometimes there are benefits to reading a book one line at a time and considering carefully every line. And then sometimes there are moments where a line is just building up to the next line and I really should read more before I open my stupid mouth (via my stupid typing fingers).

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 It must have been that Austrian Archduke.

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This is the first sentence after an asterisked break from the last scene. Without further context, I'm guessing the "it" refers to Lew's suddenly sympathetic attitude toward the workers and anarchists. After spending so much time up close to a rich and powerful man who treats people in the world as his play things and hunting prey, Lew has begun to see the world differently. The rich aren't making the world a better place, no matter how many jobs they create or how little they give to charity while making as large a public spectacle as they can about their philanthropy. They don't bring order or law or justice. They bring chaos and cause poverty and abuse anybody they can for whatever whim comes over them.

It's also possible the "it" refers to something else which the next sentence will explain!

Saturday, January 8, 2022

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 Lew understood that this business would not end with him walking out the door tonight and over to the El and on to some next assignment.

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I'm reading this sentence in two ways. First, once Lew walks out of this meeting to go about his other business, nothing will have changed. The people in the meeting still need to fight for their rights. They will continue to strike and to bomb factories and to make as much of a ruckus as they can so that their plight can no longer be ignored by the dumb, content masses. Lew couldn't stop it if he wanted to.
    But the other way to read this—the more important way, I suppose—is that Lew can never go back to the life where he could say he didn't know or care about these kinds of issues. They have broken his heart with their music and their need, with their humanness and Americanness, and it is "unmendable." This business is now his business and he can't ignore it anymore. He'll leave the meeting and he'll go back to White City Investigations and he'll do his assignments. But he can't go back to simply thinking that his assignments do no harm. He'll no longer be able to simply follow orders. He once lived a life where he was able to keep himself from caring. But that life is no more. He can't not care now. He's seen the way things are and he, unlike many other Americans, cannot pretend it's different so that he doesn't have to pay the price of caring.

This experience Lew just had reminds me of Franz Pökler's realization in Gravity's Rainbow about how he allowed himself to not see or care about the concentration camps in Germany:

"Pökler helped with his own blindness. He knew about Nordhausen, and the Dora camp: he could see—the starved bodies, the eyes of the foreign prisoners being marched to work at four in the morning in the freezing cold and darkness, the shuffling thousands in their striped uniforms. He had known too, all along, that Ilse was living in a re-education camp. But it wasn't till August, when the furlough arrived as usual in its blank kraft envelope, and Pökler rode northward through the gray kilometers of a Germany he no longer recognized, bombed and burned, the wartime villages and rainy purple heath, and found her at last waiting in the hotel lobby at Zwölfkinder with the same darkness in her eyes (how had he missed it till now? such swimming orbits of pain) that he could finally put the two data together. For months, while her father across the wire or walls did his dutiful hackwork, she had been prisoner only a few meters away from him, beaten, perhaps violated. . . . If he must curse Weissmann, then he must also curse himself. Weissmann's cruelty was no less resourceful than Pökler's own engineering skill, the gift of Daedalus that allowed him to put as much labyrinth as required between himself and the inconveniences of caring. They had sold him convenience, so much of it, all on credit, and now They were collecting."

"The inconvenience of caring." That's what Nate and his coworkers and his clients are all selling. But Lew, having experienced the songs and the meeting and Moss Gatlin's words, has now, and forever after, been inconvenienced.

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 Yet here they were expressing the most subversive thoughts, as ordinary folks might discuss crops, or last night's ball game.

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Nothing more subversive in America than talking about how people are going to force employers to treat their employees like human beings.
    Once again, Lew cannot help but separate the people at this meeting from what he sees as "ordinary folks." At least exposure to the people who have only been defined by rumor and innuendo before this night will soften him to their plight.

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 But here was this hall full of Americans, no question, even the foreign-born, if you thought about where they had come from and what they must've been hoping to find over here and so forth, American in their prayers anyway, and maybe a few hadn't shaved for a while, but it was hard to see how any fit the bearded, wild-eyed, bomb-rolling Red description too close, in fact give them a good night's sleep and a square meal or two, and even a veteran detective'd have a hard time telling the difference from regular Americans.

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We see how Lew has simply integrated the bias of the capitalist system when he still, at the end of his observation of how human and American the people fighting for workers' rights seem, regards them as separate from "regular Americans." Just what is a "regular American" if not someone who simply wants to earn their fair share for their labor so that they can provide food and safety and a future for themselves and their family? Who are the "regular Americans" if not these people trying to make America a better place, not just for themselves, but for all of those who would come to its shores in search of a better life? Does Lew consider only people who own a home "regular Americans"? Only people who have a certain amount of money in the bank? Only people who can buy and sell other poorer, less fortunate, people? Who are these "regular Americans"?
    If you ask the modern media, I'm pretty sure they'd say "regular Americans" are white people living in the heartland of America (and I mean the neutral definition of "heartland" which means "the center of the United States" and not the part of the definition that says a "heartland" is the most important part of a region. Most people, especially reporters, don't seem to understand that those two definitions aren't one and the same. But pretty convenient for those living in the middle of the country, isn't it? Maybe the West Coast should craft a new definition of West Coast that also means "the smartest and biggest dicked part of the country").