Postwar Classics

“They are stripping from me, she said subvocally — feeling like a fluttering curtain in a very high window, moving up then out over the abyss — they are stripping away, one by one, my men.” Thomas Pynchon, The Crying of Lot 49 Both Franny and Zooey and The Crying of Lot 49 have beenContinue reading “Postwar Classics”