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The Anterior Insula and Hwy W

Monday, February 27, 2017

"They get us, all right, we're all lonely, needy, disrespected, desperate to believe in any sorry imitation of belonging they want to sell us . . . We're being played, Maxi, and the game is fixed, and it won't end till the Internetthe real one, the dream, the promiseis destroyed."

I'd slept on Bleeding Edge, Pynchon's latest, but it's a terrific, necessary novel.