I can’t wait to read the new Ander Monson book: Neck Deep and Other Predicaments: Essays

Someone doesn’t like Against the Day:

Thomas Pynchon’s new novel, “Against the Day,” reads like the sort of imitation of a Thomas Pynchon novel that a dogged but ungainly fan of this author’s might have written on quaaludes.

But she often gets her panties in wad, right? Here’s another take on it. And another. I’ll have to obtain a copy and see for myself, which will take a while, the obtaining and the seeing both.