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And blowing the most recent Pynchon news out of the water, Penguin Random House announced today the October 7th publication of Shadow Ticket, Pynchon’s latest novel.
Only 384 pages, but after 12 years of silence the promise of someone named “Hicks McTaggart” wandering around interwar Hungary is enough for me.
“I destroy because for me everything that proceeds from reason is untrustworthy. I believe only in the evidence of what stirs my marrow, not in the evidence of what addresses itself to my reason. I have found levels in the realm of the nerve. I now feel capable of evaluating the evidence. There is for me an evidence in the realm of pure flesh which has nothing to do with the evidence of reason. The eternal conflict between reason and the heart is decided in my very flesh, but in my flesh irrigated by nerves…”
Antonin Artaud
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