The Crying of Lot 49 Meander, Week 2

When I was a kid there was a TV movie called A Circle of Children, starring tons of ’70s folks, and most especially featuring Albert from Little House on the Prairie, aka Matthew Labyorteaux as Brian O’Connell.

Brian was a young boy no one could understand. That is, until someone (Jane Alexander?) slowed down a tape recording of him and figured out he was just talking super fast.

<mind. still. blown.>

As a fast-talker myself, I always related to the pathos. And it came back to me this week in a meandering way, as I found myself reliving some literary version of that triumphant slow-it-all down moment.

I tackled TCoL49 for the first time two or three years back, and I loved it flaws and all. But I’m sure I also absorbed about 35%. Slowing things down this week, underlining character names and favorite quotes, reading passages aloud, it was like figuring out that Brian (aka Thomas Pynchon, ok this is getting ornate), was talking all along. With words!

I also had the ongoing joy this time around of one of the best Meander Comment Threads I can remember, including helpful links to paintings and Baby Igor-inspired rock n roll, choice lines galore, and reminiscences from SoCal childhoods.

All to say, very grateful to be on this journey together, and jazzed to dive into Week 2.

Speaking of which….

This coming week: Won’t you please enjoy all of Chapter 3, adding your comment on this post, pausing perhaps to tie your shoes at the bottom of HP (Harper-Perennial) page 63, where “the disk jockey talking was her husband, Mucho.”

Figure 2.1: The actor who played Albert on Little House on the Prairie (above) also won the U.S. Pac-Man championship in 1982, which seems like too much damn talent for one ’70s/’80s teen. Can you imagine losing to him and thinking, “but you already got to be Albert!” ?

The Crying of Lot 49 Meander, Week 1

Hey nice people — you made it! And with that, welcome to Week 1, in which we launch this hardy crew out onto the trail. Just a reminder that we are slow-cooking this time around. You may have read the book before or you may be tempted to jump ahead, but humor me, won’t you? Let’s keep our focus on these weekly 30-page sprints and savor the Pynchon together.

I’m reading the Harper Perennial (HP) paperback, but there are plenty of other editions — for anyone taking another path, I’ll do my best to include a quote you can use to hang your hat on, whatever medium or printing you choose.

For those new to Pynchon I’ll share the one tip I’ve figured out with my modest experience — just to enjoy the sentences. Sometimes I get a little lost I’ll admit. But pretty much every page has a sentence to underline and delight in. And so we turn the pages, gem to shimmery gem.

So remind me one more time, how’s this thing work?

We’ll be reading T C of L 49 over the next 5 weeks — each week I’ll post the next week’s target. Read along, comment on each thread by week’s end, make it to the finish line, and you qualify for some unique digital thing I’ll figure out on the other side….

As always, I believe in you and your ability to read a book in thinly-sliced increments and post on a blog. I don’t know about everyone — but you? You’re a sure bet to make it to the end!

This week: Enjoy chapters 1 and 2, adding your comment (pithy or otherwise) here, pausing for some water and perhaps a slice of orange at the bottom of HP 30, where After a while, she said “I will.” And she did.

Upward and forward!

-Cecil

The Crying of Lot 49 Meander, Week 0

Welcome back to you, and to me too!

That’s right, friends — after a 5 year hiatus, on Sunday October 5 Meander shenanigans start up again, this time with a mini-Meander™ of Pynchon’s micro-masterpiece, The Crying of Lot 49.

We’ll be doing some slow cooking this time out — 30 pages a week, 5 weeks for the journey. Plenty of time to savor the goodness. Also, there’s a lot going on, right? But who couldn’t use a distraction in a moment like this?

If you’ve Meandered before, the only other difference is that I’m not planning a physical prize (alas!), but there still will be winners (yay!), and I’ll figure out something digital I can send your way to celebrate your glory (woohoo!).

If you’re planning on diving in, drop us a note in the comments to let us know. And I’ll see you back here in a couple of weeks. (early adopters — I might need to approve your comment as we kick off jfyi…)

Optional primer for new folks

21 years ago (!) a bunch of started reading challenging books together and commenting online, and we found joy in the endeavor. At first we called these “Deathmarches” and our first time out was ye olde Gravity’s Rainbow Deathmarch. During Covid-times we morphed these from Deathmarches to the kinder gentler Meanders, starting with the eerily appropriate for the time White Noise Meander.

How this works: Starting October 5, I’ll send out a note to folks on the path, and post a post here on Cecil.

You’ll have a week to read about 30 pages and to drop a comment when you’re done. Comments range from “I’m behind!” to erudite and entertaining observations on favorite passages, cross-cultural currents and more.

All comments are equally wonderful in the eyes of the great Meanderer in the sky. Finish and comment each week and you win! Oh, and don’t sweat it if you’ve never read this before or it’s your first time through — all wanderers welcome….

What happens next? Drop a comment on the thread to let us know if you are going to dive in. And get yourself a copy of the book and hide it somewhere so you aren’t tempted until we flip that first page a few Sundays hence. Any questions, just leave a note…

Thanks all for the company and the community. You are a light.

-Cecil le V.

Tying my shoes

There comes a time when
shoe-tying is
serious business.

High stakes.

Like, I’m starting to think
all my shoe-tying up till now
was just about
getting ready for

< bends >
< ties >
< upright >

like that.

Take off your glasses Dan

Take off your glasses Dan
let the trees blur
soft let the sound
cotton fluff let
the smell haze pulse
let your thoughts
melt like a plastic bag
you flicked with a lighter so
the words drop and
splash the ground take
your glasses off.

No matter what sidewalk

Finding your rhythm
there are familiar patterns you can scratch at
to remind yourself
your feet are your feet.

You drag them along in new sneakers

no matter what sidewalk
you’re pounding
it’s still

those same toes.

Dad’s watch, again

I’m wearing dad’s
watch again to turn
my left arm into his left arm

to give him an easy way
to remind me

how time works and
that the world keeps turning, the face scratched

by him, by his dad, and now me.

The seconds in
some kind of rush who
the hell knows why.

A couple

surrounded by trees surrounded by
Pittsburgh ruins
that will be rebuilt

dressed
both in blue
with just enough quirk to their style
you know they put time and thought into it.

Waiting for the wedding photographer
and when you and your wife and daughter walk by
and you say:

“you are the best-dressed muggers I’ve ever seen.”
the guy says:

“That’s so nice. Give me your wallet.”