Given the narrow employment prospects in present-day German academia, one is always on the lookout for professional alternatives. During the days of our trip "Into the Zone 2000," I wondered whether bus driver could be such an alternative for me, and thus add another illustrious species to Molly Hite's cabinet of ordinary people who burn for Pynchon ("For a long time, the most ardent Pynchon fans that I knew were a weight lifter, a short-order cook, and a pizza deliveryman" [Hite ix]). In the meantime, the dyed-in-the-wool Pynchonite and the Zoneproof driver in me have made up their mind, and would like to offer you a very special kind of excursion: a ride into the textual landscape, or textscape, of Gravity's Rainbow itself. "[T]he bus is idling, waiting–passengers will now reclaim their seats" (GR 413) … but wait!
How to Cite:
Friedrich Arich-Gerz B., (2002) “Max Sachsa's Bad Karma in Enzian's Bathtub: A Bus Ride Through Gravity's Rainbow's Textscape”, Pynchon Notes 0(0). doi: https://doi.org/10.16995/pn.67