RaveSalonBleeding Edge chronicles the birth of the now — our terrorism-obsessed, NSA-everywhere, smartphone Panopticon zeitgeist — in the crash of the towers. It connects the dots, the packets, the pixels. We are all part of this story. We are all characters in Pynchon's mad world … In Pynchon's hands, truther conspiracy theories never sounded so good. Something is definitely fucking rotten in the age of ‘post-late capitalism run amok’ … In Bleeding Edge, Pynchon has a jolly old time rousting about New York City — his vivacity, really, is quite unseemly for someone 76 years old – where in the world does he find all the energy? His writing is crisp and hilarious, laying waste all around him with city-that-never-sleeps abandon.
