According to Penguin, in his new book, “Thomas Pynchon brings us to New York in the early days of the internet.” A write up at Penguin’s site tells us this about the new book:
With occasional excursions into the Deep Web and out to Long Island, Thomas Pynchon, channeling his inner Jewish mother, brings us a historical romance of New York in the early days of the internet, not that distant in calendar time but galactically remote from where we’ve journeyed to since.
Will perpetrators be revealed, forget about brought to justice? Will Maxine have to take the handgun out of her purse? Will she and Horst get back together? Will Jerry Seinfeld make an unscheduled guest appearance? Will accounts secular and karmic be brought into balance?
Hey. Who wants to know?
I do. Especially after watching the trailer, which is narrated by a young man wearing a shirt that reads Hi, I’m Tom Pynchon. After telling us that, “My friends call me Sleazus,” he takes us on a journey through his neighborhood, and finally to the park for a moment of moisturizing you won’t soon forget.
Pynchon’s eccentric trailer is unlike any other book trailer I’ve ever seen. Which, in this era of sameness, is a very good thing.