Thomas Pynchon
@tompynchon.bsky.social
American novelist noted for dense and complex novels
Parody?
Parody?
"What goes around may come around, but it never ends up exactly the same place, you ever notice? Like a record on a turntable, all it takes is one groove's difference and the universe can be on into a whole 'nother song"
January 16, 2026 at 5:37 PM
"What goes around may come around, but it never ends up exactly the same place, you ever notice? Like a record on a turntable, all it takes is one groove's difference and the universe can be on into a whole 'nother song"
Ignorance is not just a blank space on a person’s mental map. It has contours and coherence, and for all I know rules of operation as well. So as a corollary to writing about what we know, maybe we should add getting familiar with our ignorance, and the possibilities therein for ruining a good story
December 21, 2025 at 12:39 AM
Ignorance is not just a blank space on a person’s mental map. It has contours and coherence, and for all I know rules of operation as well. So as a corollary to writing about what we know, maybe we should add getting familiar with our ignorance, and the possibilities therein for ruining a good story
“There is also the story about Tyrone Slothrop, who was sent into the Zone to be present as his own assembley…The plan went wrong. He is being broken down…and being scattered. His cards have been laid down, Celtic style…they point only to a long and scuffling future, to mediocrity.”
December 14, 2025 at 5:41 AM
“There is also the story about Tyrone Slothrop, who was sent into the Zone to be present as his own assembley…The plan went wrong. He is being broken down…and being scattered. His cards have been laid down, Celtic style…they point only to a long and scuffling future, to mediocrity.”
December 10, 2025 at 9:37 PM
"Suppose," said Profane to the sea gull, who was blinking at him, "suppose I was God." He inched on to the platform and lay on his stomach, with nose, eyes and cowboy hat sticking over the edge, like a horizontal Kilroy.”
December 9, 2025 at 12:37 AM
"Suppose," said Profane to the sea gull, who was blinking at him, "suppose I was God." He inched on to the platform and lay on his stomach, with nose, eyes and cowboy hat sticking over the edge, like a horizontal Kilroy.”
“Then again, it’s the whole Reagan program, isn’t it – dismantle the New Deal, reverse the effects of World War II, restore fascism at home and around the world, flee into the past, can’t you feel it, all the dangerous childish stupidity –.”
December 8, 2025 at 4:04 PM
“Then again, it’s the whole Reagan program, isn’t it – dismantle the New Deal, reverse the effects of World War II, restore fascism at home and around the world, flee into the past, can’t you feel it, all the dangerous childish stupidity –.”
October 27, 2025 at 12:09 PM
October 22, 2025 at 2:56 AM
Picked mine up before I got on the plane from Cleveland to Detroit to Paris to Budapest
October 20, 2025 at 8:05 PM
Picked mine up before I got on the plane from Cleveland to Detroit to Paris to Budapest
