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    DescriptionSuffused with rich satire, chaotic brilliance, verbal turbulence and wild humour, "The Crying of Lot 49" opens as Oedipa Maas discovers that she has been made executrix of a former lover's estate. The performance of her duties sets her on a strange trail of detection, in which bizarre characters crowd in to help or confuse her. But gradually, death, drugs, madness and marriage combine to leave Oepida in isolation on the threshold of revelation, awaiting "The Crying of Lot 49". This is one of Pynchon's shortest novels and one of his best.


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    Title
    The Crying of Lot 49
    Authors and contributors
    By (author) Thomas Pynchon
    Physical properties
    Format: Paperback
    Number of pages: 160
    Width: 128 mm
    Height: 194 mm
    Thickness: 10 mm
    Weight: 100 g
    Language
    English
    ISBN
    ISBN 13: 9780099532613
    ISBN 10: 0099532611
    Classifications

    BIC E4L: GEN
    DC20: 813.54
    BIC subject category V2: FF, FA
    DC22: FIC
    Libri: ENGM1010
    Nielsen BookScan Product Class 3: F2.1
    Warengruppen-Systematik des deutschen Buchhandels: 21110
    Libri: AMER3710
    Ingram Subject Code: FC
    Libri: KALI5000
    BISAC V2.8: FIC019000
    Publisher
    VINTAGE
    Imprint name
    Vintage Classics
    Publication date
    01 November 2002
    Publication City/Country
    London
    Author Information
    Thomas Pynchon is the author of V., The Crying of Lot 49, Gravity's Rainbow, Slow Learner, a collection of short stories, Vineland, Mason and Dixon and, most recently, Against the Day. He received the National Book Award for Gravity's Rainbow in 1974.
    Review quote
    "The best American novel I have read since the war" -- Frank Kermode "For the reader who has yet to make acquaintance with this important comic talent... an appropriate introduction...defiantly, purposefully outrageous" Spectator "The Crying of Lot 49 contains some of the most elegiac writing about America since Fitzgerald, as well as packing an intense metaphorical punch about revelation, hierophany, meaning and connection that is far too complex to reduce to precis" Observer
    Review text
    Whether you were with it or not, Pynchon's first novel V. had some prodigally exciting sequences to startle the most phlegmatic imagination. Here, however, his narrative verve has shrivelled into sheer bizarrerie. So much of it is not only unidentifiable but also unintelligible - it's not to be read as much as deciphered. The third chapter opens with "Things then did not delay in turning curious" but it has been prefaced with all kinds of Happenings after Mrs. Oedipa Maas leaves her husband Mucho. He's a disc jockey spooked by his dream of the car lot where he had once worked. She spends a night with a lawyer in a motel, playing Strip Botticelli in front of the tube. And from then on Oedipa's search, in fluid drive up and down the freeways, to the Yoyodyne electronics factory in San Narciso, into a strange society called The Tristero and for the answer to a reappearing symbol - W.A.S.T.E., back to her psychiatrist Dr. Hilarius, and to Mucho who now knows the answer to the "crying" of the lot (it's N.A.D.A.) - oh well, this is all a dizzying exposure to what is presumably a satire of contemporary society and its fluor-essence, Southern California... Pynchon's accessories include names (Driblette; Koteks; Genghis Cohen); props (feeding "eggplant sandwiches to not too bright seagulls"); insets (a long Jacobean play) and in jokes... HELP! Even the Beatles can't and they suggest the singing group called the Paranoids. Somehow it seems as if a genuine talent had reduced itself to automated kookiness. Hip, yes; hooray, no. (Kirkus Reviews)