November 21.
That’s the day you’ll be able to stroll into better bookstores everywhere and buy Against the Day, Thomas Pynchon’s first novel in nine years. You’ll pick it up on your way home from work that night. The next day at work you will be unable concentrate on any but the most robotic administrative tasks–but the day before Thanksgiving is always a short day anyway. And then you’ll have the long weekend. Of course you won’t be able to make it to the holiday dinner; convey your regrets without delay.
Posted by in 15:52:00
I do not know how to express my feeling!! I am shocked by your unprecedented sight.