03/01/2026
‘The universe has no centre. What Pynchon has mapped is a world that is continuous and connected, where borders, however securitised, are porous. Drop a pin on the map, anywhere on the map, and that’s your point of origin, from which everything flows. Milwaukee, the factory on Juneau Avenue: origin of the Harley-Davidson Flatheads that are driven over the Carpathian mountains by Hungarian motorcycle fiends. Fiume, the Whitehead Torpedo Factory: origin of the self-propelled torpedoes that armed the US navy. Pynchon shows the way ripples from the political earthquake in Berlin are felt in the bowling alleys of Milwaukee, and the music sung in a Chicago cocktail lounge is received and remodulated in a nightclub on the Danube.
What’s unfathomable is how he does it: wherever Pynchon drops his pin, he seems to know the place, and the time, in every detail, with street-level precision. How does he know that if a detective in Chicago in 1932 pulls a bottle out of his desk drawer it’s going to be a pint of Old Log Cabin, but that if he’s in Milwaukee it’ll be Korbel brandy? How does he have time to learn about the Milwaukeean shoe stores that used fluoroscopes to X-ray a customer’s foot for the perfect fit? I wish I could see his library.’
Daniel Soar on 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸 𝘛𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵, from our latest issue.
Read here: https://www.lrb.co.uk/the-paper/v47/n23/daniel-soar/land-of-milk-and-cheese
Image: Night time in Chicago, circa 1920-1950. (James W. Welgos/Getty)