Nick Van Lente’s Reviews > Gravity’s Rainbow > Status Update

… new flab that must've collected on his stomach while he was out. There is an invisible kingdom of flab, a million cells-at-large, and they all know who he is—soon as he's unconscious, they start up, every one, piping in high horrible little Mickey Mouse voices, hey fellas! hey c'mon, let's all go over to Slothrop's, the big sap ain't doing anything but laying on his ass, c'mon, oboy! "Take that."

Did not have nazi incest on my literary bucket list…

Boy-o-boy

“The War has been reconfiguring time and space into its own image. The track runs in different networks now. What appears to be destruction is really the shaping of railroad spaces to other purposes, intentions he can only, riding through it for the first time, begin to feel the leading edges of. ...” (261)

The bomb, the color mauve, cephalopods, sex, lots of sex, colored stars, Pavolov, casinos, nazis, seances, spies, double agents, gross candy, ugly neckties, drooling dogs, Poisson distributions, German West Africa, BDSM, sadomasochism, ovens, Hansel & Gretel, the sea, angels, heat death & the laws of thermodynamics….need I go on?

The church is as cold as the night outside.
There's the smell of damp wool, of bitter on the breaths of these pro-fessionals, of candle smoke and melting wax, of smothered farting, of hair tonic, of the burning oil itself, folding the other odors in a maternal way, more closely belonging to Earth, to deep strata, other times, and listen... listen: this is the War's evensong, the War's canonical hour… 132

“They are in love. Fuck the war”

I’m scared …