Fine with Lew, who wasn't even sure what Anarchists were, exactly, though the word was sure in the air. He was not in the detective business out of political belief. He had just sort of wandered into it, by way of a sin he was supposed once to have committed. As to the specifics of this lapse, well, good luck. Lew couldn't remember what he'd done, or hadn't done, or even when. -- ATD, p. 37So what was on Dr. Diablo's dread p. 37? Turns out to be a detective with a mysterious noir sense of guilt and amnesia in the White City. How can I stop now?
NOTE: I've finally upgraded LFH to the New Blogger, which includes the increased functionality of adding tags, or what Blogger calls labels, to posts. Now you'll be able to find all my posts relating to Thomas Pynchon's Against the Day (ATD) by clicking on that label. Clicking on the "Books" label should turn up all the Pynchon posts as well as other book-related posts. (This replaces the clumsily metaphorical "Bottle Notes" device referred to in the last ATD post.)