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A few months after the Germans' secret V-2 rocket bombs begin falling on London, British Intelligence discovers that a map of the city pinpointing the sexual conquests of one Lieutenant Tyrone Slothrop, U.S. Army, corresponds identically to a map showing V-2 impact sites. The implications of this discovery launch Slothrop on a wildly comic extravaganza.

La gran novela de Pynchon sobre los movimientos radicales de los años sesenta.En Vineland, región californiana inventada por Pynchon, sobrevive, envuelto en brumas, un grupo de personas que 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 y que, una vez fuera, es el blanco perfecto de un examante 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 la comunidad liderada en los viejos tiempos por Frenesi. Nada de todo ello detiene a Prairie, decidida a descubrir la trama negra que envuelve a su madre, objeto ahora de la ira y el deseo del terrible Brock.

This is the first novel by the author of GRAVITY'S RAINBOW, and a profoundly impressive and original work in its own right. The search for the mysterious V ranges from New York to Cairo to Alexandria to Malta. Apart from its strange heroine, the book's characters include sailors, spies, priests, philosophers, bums and bawds.

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...

The brand new hilarious and fully-illustrated instalment of the bestselling Tom Gates series! Having two sets of grandparents is turning out to be very good for me. The Wrinklies are keen on giving presents AND they're planning a family outing which is going to be EPIC! Even Delia wants to come. (I can always ignore her.)

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?

Thomas Pynchon is up to his usual business. Characters stop what they're doing to sing what are for the most part stupid songs. Strange sexual practices take place. Obscure languages are spoken, not always idiomatically. Contrary-to-fact occurrences occur. Maybe it's not the world, but with a minor adjustment or two it's what the world might be.

Set in the closing years of World War II, this is a story of labyrinthine interconnections involving a Nazi Lieutenant Weissmann (once V.'s lover in another Pynchon novel), disguised as Captain Blicero, and an American sleuth, Lieutenant Tyrone Slothrop, while V-2 rockets fall on London.

Son tres los protagonistas de esta extraña y fantástica aventura literaria del siglo XX : dos hombres -Herbert Stencil, que busca algo que cree haber perdido, y Benny Profane, quien, como nunca tuvo

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.

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 enigmática mujer que podría ser una joven desflorada en El Cairo, una bailarina alemana en el suroeste africano o una lesbiana en Paris.

A finales del siglo XVIII, el astrónomo Charles Mason y el topógrafo Jeremiah Dixon, dos británicos a sueldo de la Royal Society, trazaron la línia que separaba los estados (entonces colonias) de Pennsylvania y Maryland, conocida aun hoy como la Linia Mason-Dixon. Superipecia, contada por Thomas Pynchon, se convierte en un retrato epico y parodico de los albores de la Edad Contemporanea.