Whitney FI’s Reviews > Vineland > Status Update

They’d been married, as a matter of fact, during a classical sixties acid trip, in which it became beyond clear to them both that in some other world they had been well acquainted. In this one, however, they only seemed programmed for unhappiness.

The schoolroom line was, You’ll never know enough about your body to take responsibility for it, so better just hand it over to those who are qualified, doctors and lab technicians and by extension coaches, employers, boys with hardons, so forth—alarmed, not to mention pissed off, DL reached the radical conclusion that her body belonged to herself.

Zoyd, already well into second thoughts anyway, instead spent the rest of that evening, and in fact many other nights down the years to come, not to mention daylight beer breaks, freeway meditations, and toilet-seat reveries, obsessing about his wife—he never would get too comfortable with “ex-wife”—and managing to bum out everybody inside a radius even these days considered respectable.

I promised myself I’d never read any Pynchon. He tends to attract insufferable blowhards. Oscar nominations come out tomorrow and I fully expect this to get an adaptation nom. Guess I figured out where my priorities lie. I’ve already seen One Battle After Another, hopefully I don’t hate this too much.