Here is how Against the Day opens:
"'Now single up all lines!' 'Cheerly now. . .handsomely. . .very well! Prepare to cast her off!' 'Windy City, here we come!' 'Hurrah! Up we go!' It was amid such lively exclamation that the hydrogen skyship Inconvenience, its gondola draped with patriotic bunting, carrying a five-lad crew belonging to that celebrated aeronautics club known as the Chums of Chance, ascended briskly into the morning, and soon caught the southerly wind."
His last novel Mason & Dixon (1997) took me about 3 years to finish. It-s because you cannot read a Pynchon novel like Tom Clancy or leCarre or Grisham... - you have to do your homework, if you really want to enjoy it fully. And it-s part of the fun too. This means research: reading the books, Mr. Pynchon read probably to write the book, he wrote. I studied 18th century history again. I know now how to survey with old instruments and by looking at the stars. I know about the Royal Society's history and the Vaucanson automatons. etc...
I start reading chapter by chapter and re-read each chapter several times. Enjoying the pace, the humor, the language, the ideas. Stopping, reading reference-books. Embracing the possibility to read books about the things he mentioned; contemplating for days and weeks over certain subjects, biographies, avoiding the notion to write articles, essays, books myself. When I return to the novel, I have forgotten certain characters, plot-lines. So I start again... and again...
It also helps to have a broad knowledge of all possible things, and to know a lot about history: not just simple dates and numbers, but the overall picture of what life was like, let-s say in 1875 or 1913 or 1943 etc... His latest novel arrived finally after 10 years of hard work. It is big. It is mindblowing. It will take time to read. So, I am going to be rather busy for the next weeks, months, maybe again years.
That's the opening. Now compare the opening lines of Jules Verne's novel The Mysterious Island: "'Are we rising again?' 'No! On the contrary! We're going down!' 'Worse than that, Mr Cyrus, we're falling!' 'For God's sake, throw out the ballast!' 'There! The last sack is empty!' 'Is the balloon going up now?' 'No!' 'I hear the splashing of waves!' 'The sea is under the basket!' 'It can't be more than five hundred feet below us!' Then a powerful, booming voice cut through the air: 'Throw everything overboard!...Everything! We are in God's hands!' Those were the words that resounded in the sky over the vast watery desert of the Pacific about four o'clock in the evening of March 23, 1865."
Log in to comment