Why yes, I spent Good Friday (re-)reading Bleeding Edge from cover to cover. Because death and resurrection and all that. (Nah.)

Will try to put together a working review this time. Suffice to say that I enjoyed it more this time around - whether because I've adjusted my expectations, or because it's the kind of novel that benefits from concentration, or both, or neither. It's still not a great Pynchon novel, but it's a solid one, that mostly pulls off its "Get off my lawn" attitude to DeLillo and Gibson, even if it drags at times. And I love how a 2013 novel about 9/11 is blatantly a historical novel, aware that it's set in a bygone era. Pynchon has spent the last 4 novels digging up to the present, while never writing just about the past; he's not there yet, but if he has one more novel in him, I'm wondering what he'll dig up.