Bleeding Edge: A Novel

Editorial reviews

Bleeding Edge: A Novel
Kirkus Reviews : Bleeding Edge (October 02, 2013)

Of a piece with Pynchon's recent work--not quite a classic à la V. but in a class of its own--more tightly woven but no less madcap than Inherent Vice, and sure to the last that we live in a world of very odd shadows.

If television usurped postmodern irony, the Internet has certainly inherited its paranoia, and Pynchon’s Bleeding Edge endeavors to subtly subvert this virtual creep.

Bleeding Edge is too cynical to be a champion of domestic life, but it underscores that a parent’s love, no matter how qualified, can make all the difference.

Whether you’re a fan or a Pynchon-avoider, in it for the characters or in it for the hacks, or maybe you just can’t pass up a Zima reference, this one is worth the price of admission.

Although Pynchon is unparalleled at creating complexity, this book, by putting 9/11 in its sights, has something universally known and obvious shining at its heart.

Full of verbal sass and pizzazz, as well as conspiracies within conspiracies, “Bleeding Edge” is totally gonzo, totally wonderful. It really is good to have Thomas Pynchon around, doing what he does best.

The result, disappointingly, is a scattershot work that is, by turns, entertaining and wearisome, energetic and hokey, delightfully evocative and cheaply sensational; dead-on in its conjuring of zeitgeist-y atmospherics, but often slow-footed and ham-handed in its orchestration of social details.