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A gun of bells, a Book of Hours, and nothing is over at all.

British helicopters wish a merry Christmas to occupied Ireland, 1990

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Hemlock

Song name?

Ian H

This is a precious passage to me, up there with the part of 2666 where Amalfitano describes the Mexican intellectuals at the mine face on stage. I once inflicted a reading of it on a couple other drunk line cooks in my tiny Chicago apartment at the end of a mildly coked-up three-bar night, when my now-wife was in South Carolina for Christmas and I was working through the holiday. It might have been our collective state of exhaustion and chemical alteration, but they were surprisingly moved.

Gorgo

Literally my favorite Christmas song and has been for decades. It's real and for the least of us.

Amjad From Gaza

My brother and my heart are fantastic, Michael

AJ McKenna

Seven years huh? My goodness. Thanks for returning to this passage. I always think it's wild that this occurs so early in the novel: a lot of lesser writers would make this their big finale, but Pynchon has other concerns, and the fact that so much of the book is left after this point tells the reader that.

agentmule

Christmas without salvation

DeadPrince

My “let’s see if I can still read” test would not begin at Gravity’s Rainbow.

MRSAful Fate

Your Chrimmis gift wil be late (you know I'm a procrastinator), but it's shipped (it's a rainbow dirndl).

K

Ive been listening roughly since you started doing this. I listened to you read the evensong section over and over while I did some really sketchy work in Detroit years ago. Endured thousands of burnt out roach filled basements with ol’ Mike Judge on my ear bud. I’m now the verger working at an episcopal church that has regular evensong services. Firing this up as I prepare our nave for Christmas Eve services. Making the missal (lol) for our priests. Love you brother, you have been a companion and a light. P.S. knowing the hours is an insane pull

A Horse In A Man Costume

"But on the way home tonight, you wish you’d picked him up, held him a bit. Just held him, very close to your heart, his cheek by the hollow of your shoulder, full of sleep. As if it were you who could, somehow, save him. For the moment not caring who you’re supposed to be registered as. For the moment anyway, no longer who the Caesars say you are. "

buddha

I would love to hear a show on Sonny Sharrock and Last Exit. The scripted world we live in could really use more fearless artists to break the facade

Byron’s Glowing Filament

Gotta be the best passage written in the 20th century. Only rivaled by a couple other GR passages… What was the outro song?

Enk

Thank you so much for this. I've read that section a bunch but yours (the earlier one and this one) are entirely better than my own internal voice's read. Aside from it being one incredible run of language, that section can be a way in to that book w just a little explanation - Xmas Eve, London 1944, and a little bit about The White Visitation.

Matthew Krueger

Mike, Thanks for this one. Your voice almost breaking in every perfect spot lands this as well (and maybe even better) than it ever landed between my own ears. I'm so far away from the sincere and ardent Christianity of my very early teens, and so much of GR was lost on me when I read it in my early twenties, but this passage was a big piece of me figuring out that an angry burning atheism based mostly upon me feeling like I'd been somehow duped probably wasn't a much better way to go through life. I'm a letter carrier in the northeast, and I listened to this on Christmas eve as I delivered the last of the presents (of course accompanied by the obligatory and unceasing packages of toilet paper) in a gentle, steady, non-accumulating snow. It was irrefutably and absurdly beautiful.

Moffman Diogenes

incredible pull for opening track. criminally underappreciated Waits record imo

Torgeir Tannenwald

Does her old man work out at the track🏟🏃or work out at the track🚧🛤👷‍♂️?