Mason and Dixon

Finishing reading this really validates Pynchon being my favorite fiction author. Massive in the way the Gravity's Rainbow is, but more focused on key themes and the two protagonists here. The bond formulated between Mason and Dixon feels so real and beautiful.

I love the tall-tale untrustworthy narrator in this, and the idea of half-truths scattered through out bonkers story pieces.

This is truly a treasure of the mood of an early America (just before the Revolutionary War kicks off), in way that it depicts real historical and social feelings of the time so richly and remains real. Pynchon continued to be the master of this type of thing, I guess, and the idea of the Preterite is very alive here still (and even more close to its religious origins).

Maybe I'll do a blog post or more thorough writeup on this one sometime. There's a lot to peel away!