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Its been awhile since Doc Sportello has seen his ex-girlfriend. Suddenly out of nowhere she shows up with a story about a plot to kidnap a billionaire land developer whom she just happens to be in love with. Easy for her to say. Its the tail end of the psychedelic sixties in L.A., and Doc knows that love is another of those words going around at the moment, like trip or groovy, except that this one usually leads to trouble. Despite which he soon finds himself drawn into a bizarre tangle of motives and passions whose cast of characters includes surfers, hustlers, dopers and rockers, a murderous loan shark, a tenor sax player working undercover, an ex-con with a swastika tattoo and a fondness for Ethel Merman, and a mysterious entity known as the Golden Fang, which may only be a tax dodge set up by some dentists.

. Un buen día, la señora Edipa Maas se entera de que ha sido nombrada albacea de una inmensa fortuna por su ex amante Pierce, un millonario californiano. Una serie de sorprendentes coincidencias la pondran sobre la pista de un delirante misterio en el que se cruzan personajes tan estrafalarios como su marido, Mucho Maas -aficionado al grupo britanico Dick el Sucio y los Volkswagen, pero en cuyo exito no cree-, el doctor Hilarius -un obseso freudiano salido del campo de concentracion de Buchenwald-, Gengis Cohen -un eminente filatelico de Los Angeles-, o los abogados Warpe, Wistfull, Kubitschek y McMingus, y el entrañable Randolph DribletteTambien debera enfrentarse con las mas estramboticas organizaciones, como la R.E.S.T.O.S. -una extraña red postal de proscritos-, o la no menos enloquecida Yoyodyne S.A., hasta caer en la cuenta de que la revelacion final radica precisamente en la subasta del lote 49.

Part noir, part psychedelic romp, all Thomas Pynchon - private eye Doc Sportello comes, occasionally, out of a marijuana haze to watch the end of an era as free love slips away and paranoia creeps in with the L.A. fog. It's been awhile since Doc Sportello has seen his ex-girlfriend. Suddenly out of nowhere she shows up with a story about a plot to kidnap a billionaire land developer whom she just happens to be in love with. Easy for her to say. It's the tail end of the psychedelic sixties in L.A., and Doc knows that 'love' is another of those words going around at the moment, like 'trip' or 'groovy', except that this one usually leads to trouble. Despite which he soon finds himself drawn into a bizarre tangle of motives and passions whose cast of characters includes surfers, hustlers, dopers and rockers, a murderous loan shark, a tenor sax player working undercover, an ex-con with a swastika tattoo and a fondness for Ethel Merman, and a mysterious entity known as the Golden Fang, which may only be a tax dodge set up by some dentists. In this lively yarn, Thomas Pynchon, working in an unaccustomed genre, provides a classic illustration of the principle that if you can remember the sixties, you weren't there...or...if you were there, then you...or, wait, is it...

It is 2001 in New York City, in the lull between the collapse of the dotcom boom and the terrible events of September 11th. Silicon Alley is a ghost town, Web 1.0 is having adolescent angst, Google has yet to IPO, Microsoft is still considered the Evil Empire. There may not be quite as much money around as there was at the height of the tech bubble, but there''s no shortage of swindlers looking to grab a piece of what''s left.Maxine Tarnow is running a nice little fraud investigation business on the Upper West Side, chasing down different kinds of small-scale con artists. She used to be legally certified but her licence got pulled a while back, which has actually turned out to be a blessing because now she can follow her own code of ethics - carry a Beretta, do business with sleazebags, hack into people''s bank accounts - without having too much guilt about any of it. Otherwise, just your average working mum - two boys in elementary school, an off-and-on situation with her sort of semi-ex-husband Horst, life as normal as it ever gets in the neighbourhood - till Maxine starts looking into the finances of a computer-security firm and its billionaire geek CEO, whereupon things begin rapidly to jam onto the subway and head downtown. She soon finds herself mixed up with a drug runner in an art deco motorboat, a professional nose obsessed with Hitler''s aftershave, a neoliberal enforcer with footwear issues, plus elements of the Russian mob and various bloggers, hackers, code monkeys and entrepreneurs, some of whom begin to show up mysteriously dead. Foul play, of course.With occasional excursions into the Deep Web and out to Long Island, Thomas Pynchon, channelling his inner Jewish mother, brings us a historical romance of New York in the early days of the Internet, not that distant in calendar time but galactically remote from where we''ve journeyed to since.Will perpetrators be revealed, forget about brought to justice? Will Maxine have to take the handgun out of her purse? Will she and Horst get back together? Will Jerry Seinfeld make an unscheduled guest appearance? Will accounts secular and karmic be brought into balance?Hey. Who wants to know?

It is 2001 in New York City, in the lull between the collapse of the dotcom boom and the terrible events of September 11th. Silicon Alley is a ghost town, Web 1.0 is having adolescent angst, Google has yet to IPO, Microsoft is still considered the Evil Empire. There may not be quite as much money around as there was at the height of the tech bubble, but there's no shortage of swindlers looking to grab a piece of what's left. Maxine Tarnow is running a nice little fraud investigation business on the Upper West Side, chasing down different kinds of small-scale con artists. She used to be legally certified but her licence got pulled a while back, which has actually turned out to be a blessing because now she can follow her own code of ethics - carry a Beretta, do business with sleazebags, hack into people's bank accounts - without having too much guilt about any of it. Otherwise, just your average working mum - two boys in elementary school, an off-and-on situation with her sort of semi-ex-husband Horst, life as normal as it ever gets in the neighbourhood - till Maxine starts looking into the finances of a computer-security firm and its billionaire geek CEO, whereupon things begin rapidly to jam onto the subway and head downtown. She soon finds herself mixed up with a drug runner in an art deco motorboat, a professional nose obsessed with Hitler's aftershave, a neoliberal enforcer with footwear issues, plus elements of the Russian mob and various bloggers, hackers, code monkeys and entrepreneurs, some of whom begin to show up mysteriously dead. Foul play, of course. With occasional excursions into the Deep Web and out to Long Island, Thomas Pynchon, channelling his inner Jewish mother, brings us a historical romance of New York in the early days of the Internet, not that distant in calendar time but galactically remote from where we've journeyed to since. Will perpetrators be revealed, forget about brought to justice? Will Maxine have to take the handgun out of her purse? Will she and Horst get back together? Will Jerry Seinfeld make an unscheduled guest appearance? Will accounts secular and karmic be brought into balance? Hey. Who wants to know?

It''s been a while since Doc Sportello has seen his ex- girlfriend. Suddenly she shows up with a story about a plot to kidnap a billionaire land developer whom she just happens to be in love with. It''s the tail end of the psychedelic sixties in L.A., and Doc knows that "love" is another of those words going around at the moment, like "trip" or "groovy," except that this one usually leads to trouble. Undeniably one of the most influential writers at work today, Pynchon has penned another unforgettable book.

New York, 2001. Comment se fait-il que la start-up du très louche Gabriel Ice n’ait pas sombré alors que le marché du Net s’est effondré ? Pour le savoir, Maxine, créatrice de l’agence d’enquête sur

.Cuando en 1973 apareció El arco iris de gravedad, su autor ya era conocido por sus libros anteriores, V. y La subasta del lote 49 (Andanzas 304 y 227), pero fue esta obra la que confirmó la reputacion de Pynchon como uno de los grandes escritores contemporaneos de la literatura universal. Tusquets Editores recupera ahora esta novela monumental, enteramente revisada, que se hallaba desde hace años fuera de circulacion. Rechazada por su obscenidad por el jurado del Pulitzer, El arco iris de gravedad fue sin embargo galardonada con el William Dean Howells Award, y el National Book Award en 1974, y se ha convertido en referencia obligada para nuevas generaciones de escritores. Como ocurre con cualquier obra de Pynchon, resulta casi imposible reducir a un simple resumen El arco iris de gravedad, novela llena de historias y personajes que giran en torno al nucleo como los satelites y asteroides en torno a un planeta. Tyrone Slothrop, un militar norteamericano que trabaja para la inteligencia aliada en Londres, en 1944, padece un grave problema: siempre que cae una de las bombas autopropulsadas alemanas V-2, el tiene una ereccion. De niño, Slothrop fue sometido a experimentos pavlovianos por el profesor de Harvard Laszlo Jamf, un loco cientifico aleman que ahora trabaja para los nazis. Laszlo invento el Imipolex G, un nuevo plastico util en el aislamiento de los cohetes, y condiciono las partes pudendas de Tyrone para que respondieran a la presencia de ese nuevo plastico. Ahora, ya adulto, nuestro protagonista no puede evitar sentir la presencia del Imipolex en las bombas, y sus superiores militares estan investigandolo. En una Alemania devastada por la guerra, Tyrone se enfrenta a legiones de extraños enemigos, de los que tendra que huir haciendo cabriolas.

En Vineland, región californiana inventada por Pynchon, donde crecen enormes secuoyas rojas, sobrevive, envuelto en brumas, un grupo de personas que hoy hacen frente como pueden a las consecuencias de su vida en los años sesenta. En 1984, la joven Prairie busca a su madre, Frenesi, figura legendaria de los movimientos radicales a fines de los años sesenta. Lo que no sabe la hija es que la madre acaba de perder su empleo en el FBI por un recorte de presupuesto del gobierno de Reagan y que, una vez fuera, es el blanco perfecto de un ex-amante suyo, Brock Vond, autentico representante del Mal y de las fuerzas de represion. Brock llega a California armado hasta los dientes, empeñado en acabar con los miembros de la comunidad liderada en los viejos tiempos por Frenesi y que ahora buscan refugio en Vineland. Nada de todo ello detiene a Prairie, la niña abandonada hace quince años, decidida a descubrir la trama negra que envuelve a su madre, objeto de la ira y el deseo del terrible Brock.

«Si no recuerdo mal», confiesa Pynchon en la Introducción, «escribí estos relatos entre 1958 y 1964, cuatro de ellos cuando estudiaba en la universidad «Si no recuerdo mal», confiesa Pynchon en la

Una extraordinaria novela con una enigmática y atractiva figura como protagonista.Tres son los protagonistas de esta extraña y fantástica aventura: Herbert Stencil, que busca algo que cree haber perdido; Benny Profane, quien, como nunca tuvo nada que perder, nunca ha buscado nada, y V., una enigmatica mujer que podria ser una joven desflorada en El Cairo, una bailarina alemana en el suroeste africano o una lesbiana de Paris. Pero ¿por que Stencil se empeña en investigar la verdadera identidad de V.? La respuesta tal vez resida tanto en la pertinaz idea que tiene Stencil de que detras de V., y en V., hay mucho mas que todo lo que jamas hayamos soñado como en esta reflexion del propio Pynchon: Lo que son para el libertino unos muslos abiertos, lo que es el vuelo de los pajaros migratorios para el ornitologo, lo que es una tenaza para el ajustador, eso es para el joven Stencil la letra V.