“Doc, who had a chronic problem telling one California blonde from another, found an almost 100-percent classic specimen-hair, tan, athletic grace, everything but the world-famous insincere smile, owing to a set of store-bought choppers which, though technically “false,” invited those she now and then did smile at to consider what real and unamusing history might’ve put them there.”
- Here we have solid evidence, from his book “Inherent Vice,” of how I will never be as good a writer as Thomas Pynchon. I absolutely am astounded by the structure and intention of this sentence for the simple fact that it is able to convey so much while keeping up that idiosyncratic ease of tone and humor that Pynchon is known for. If you read through it quickly then you can be at the next sentence in a flash, but if you stop and take in the intent of this sentence than it’s just so brilliantly composed that I am so unbelievably jealous of the talent on display. I don’t know if I’m going overboard (if not completely hyperbolic) or not with this, but it is a small example of the way in which Pynchon pervades his writing down to the most basic of details that matter in a minute literary sense.
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