Bleeding Edge

by Thomas Pynchon

Bleeding Edge

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Maxine Tarnow is an average New Yorker, a not-totally separated mother of two who owns a fraud investigation agency called "Tail 'Em and Nail 'Em." After looking into the finances of Gabriel Ice, a billionaire computer geek, she gets involved in a shady and eccentric underworld — one full of classic Pynchonian absurdity.

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Maxine Tarnow is an average New Yorker, a not-totally separated mother of two who owns a fraud investigation agency called "Tail 'Em and Nail 'Em." After looking into the finances of Gabriel Ice, a billionaire computer geek, she gets involved in a shady and eccentric underworld — one full of classic Pynchonian absurdity. In a review of the book, author Meg Wolitzer

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It's the first day of spring 2001, and Maxine Tarnow, though some still have her in their system as Loeffler, is walking her boys to school. Yes maybe they're past the age where they need an escort, maybe Maxine doesn't want to let go just yet, it's only a couple blocks, it's on her way to work, she enjoys it, so?

This morning, all up and down the streets, what looks like every Callery Pear tree on the Upper West Side has popped overnight into clusters of white pear blossoms. As Maxine watches, sunlight finds its way past rooflines and water tanks to the end of the block and into one particular tree, which all at once is filled with light.

"Mom?" Ziggy in the usual hurry. "Yo."

"Guys, check it out, that tree?"

Otis takes a minute to look. "Awesome, Mom."

"Doesn't suck," Zig agrees. The boys keep going, Maxine regards the tree half a minute more before catching up. At the corner, by reflex, she drifts into a pick so as to stay between them and any driver whose idea of sport is to come around the corner and run you over.

Sunlight reflected from east-facing apartment windows has begun to show up in blurry patterns on the fronts of buildings across the street. Two-part buses, new on the routes, creep the crosstown blocks like giant insects. Steel shutters are being rolled up, early trucks are double-parking, guys are out with hoses cleaning off their piece of sidewalk. Unsheltered people sleep in doorways, scavengers with huge plastic sacks full of empty beer and soda cans head for the markets to cash them in, work crews wait in front of buildings for the super to show up. Runners are bouncing up and down at the curb waiting for lights to change. Cops are in coffee shops dealing with bagel deficiencies. Kids, parents, and nannies wheeled and afoot are heading in all different directions for schools in the neighborhood. Half the kids seem to be on new Razor scooters, so to the list of things to keep alert for add ambush by rolling aluminum.

Excerpted from Bleeding Edge by Thomas Pynchon. Copyright 2013 by Thomas Pynchon. Excerpted by permission of Penguin Press.

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