By Kevin Barrett, Veterans Today Editor
“If they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don’t have to worry about answers.” -Thomas Pynchon
I have been keeping an eye open for decent literary treatments of 9/11 truth, in case the Stupid Party ever rescinds their blacklist and allows me to return to teaching university; or, failing that, that I finally lose patience with the USA and find a job teaching American Studies in Tehran, Caracas, Moscow, Kuala Lumpur…some far-away place where the spirit of critical inquiry has not yet been pounded into complete oblivion.
Were I ever to land an Endowed Conspiracy Chair in an American Studies Department, which obviously will not happen – at least in the USA – until 9/11 truth experiences its definitive triumph (possibly several lifetimes hence) I would no doubt be required to teach the novels of Thomas Pynchon, that pope of postmodern paranoia and the closest thing America will ever have to its own James Joyce. Come to think of it, that would be a pretty sweet gig.
Pynchon’s latest novel, Bleeding Edge, does for 9/11 what Gravity’s Rainbow did for World War II: It suggestively depicts a mysterious, corrosive evil that is rotting the very fabric of our epistemology and even ontology, masquerading as a historical event that divides time into a before (bad enough) and an after (a whole lot worse, if it even exists at all).
But unlike Gravity’s Rainbow, which is notoriously difficult, Bleeding Edge unfolds chronologically and engages viscerally and good-heartedly with characters and topical issues, making it unusually accessible for a Pynchon novel. Structured like a detective novel, Bleeding Edge will keep keep you turning the pages while occasionally reaching for the nearest search engine. (It’s amazing that so many readers even tried keep up with Pynchon’s arcane references back in the pre-internet era.)
So why isn’t this Pynchon’s first New York Times bestseller? The problem, at least for Stupid Party readers, is that the conspiracy theme in Bleeding Edge, unlike those in his earlier novels, hinges fairly straightforwardly (at least by Pynchon standards) on an all-too-real, all-too-obvious, and all-too-all-important historical crime: the false-flag atrocity of September 11th, 2001.
Previous Pynchonian masterpieces disguised their conspiracies as in a dream: the V conspiracy in V, and the Tristero private-post-office conspiracy of The Crying of Lot 49, were through-a-whole-lot-of-glasses-very-darkly versions of the kind of stuff Dan Brown writes middlebrow cash cows about; while Gravity’s Rainbow‘s suggestion that the 20th century world wars were conspiracies orchestrated by an aerospace conglomerate is a sort of dream-symbol amalgamation of the more mundane notion that banksters and (perhaps) rocket-scientists/extraterrestrials/death angels were responsible.
But there isn’t a whole lot of dream disguise to blur the fact that Bleeding Edge is about the 9/11 inside job. This has driven some mainstream reviewers into deep denial, while driving others berserk.
Over at that pathetic neocon rag known as The Wall Street Journal, where you would expect them to know their 9/11 put options from a hole in the ground, the reviewer angrily lambastes Bleeding Edge for “regurgitating 9/11 conspiracy theories,” all but calls Pynchon an anti-Semitic quasi-Nazi like Richard Wagner, ridicules the novel’s presentation of 9/11 truth issues including the put options and the psy-op term ‘Ground Zero,’ and finishes by snarling that Pynchon “brings nothing you couldn’t hear on ‘The Alex Jones Show.’”
Nothing you couldn’t hear on the Kevin Barrett show, maybe. But let’s face it, Pynchon is several shades of literary sophistication ahead of Alex Jones. Listen to him describe one of the usual suspects:
Windust does not after all seem to be FBI. Something worse, if possible. If there is a brother- or God forbid sisterhood of neoliberal terrorists, Windust has been in there from the jump, a field operative whose first recorded job, as an entry-level gofer, was in Santiago, Chile, on 11 September 1973, spotting for the planes that bombed the presidential palace and killed Salvador Allende.” (p. 108)
Now, in 2001, he’s
one of the founders of a D.C. think tank known as Toward America’s New Global Opportunities (TANGO).” (p. 108)
If the references to September 11th, neoliberal terrorists, and TANGO (a thinly-disguised reference to PNAC which called for a “New Pearl Harbor” one year before 9/11) haven’t tickled the needle of your 9/11-truth-o-meter, it needs a new battery.
There are plenty of memorable phrases and paragraphs in Bleeding Edge:
“Some kind of . . . urban legend?” “You could say.” Beat. “You could also say, the terminal truth about the US government, worse than anything you can imagine.” (p. 117)
And how about this nod to to the 9/11 human sacrifice:
“Late capitalism is a pyramid racket on a global scale, the kind of pyramid you do a human sacrifice up on top of, meantime getting the suckers to believe its going to go on forever.” (p. 163)
Pynchon offers a tantalizing description of Fresh Kills Landfill right before 9/11 – the mobster-run dump where what little would be left of the pulverized, obliterated, explosively annihilated World Trade Center was subjected to what is called, in the legal world, destruction of evidence:
“The industrial racket from back in the marshland behind the giant cliffs of ruin has grown continuous. Now and then workers, in long-standing Sanitation Department tradition, have lengthy exhilarated screaming exchanges. “Strange shift to be working,” it seems to Maxine. “Yeah. Nice overtime for somebody. Almost like they’re up to something they don’t want anybody to know about.” “When did anybody ever want to know?” March lapsing into the bag-lady character in her commencement speech at Kugelblitz, the one person dedicated to salvaging everything the city wants to deny. “Either they’re playing catch-up or they’re getting it ready to open for dump business again.” A presidential visit? Somebody’s making a movie? Who knows. (p. 169)
The reader knows. They’re getting ready for the World Trade Center evidence-disposal job. It’s:
“. . . as if they already know what’s going to happen. This . . . event. They know, and they’re not going to do anything about it.” Is this all yet another exercise in freaking out the common folk so we’ll keep bleating and begging for protection? (p. 284)
And then there are those put options – the ones then-Rep. Dennis Kucinich promised a group of 9/11 truth leaders to launch a Congressional investigation of, and then his family members started dropping dead. He never got back to us. Listen to Pynchon:
The screen is full of numbers. “This is the Chicago Exchange, toward the end of last week, see? there was a sudden abnormal surge of put options on United Airlines. Thousands of puts, not a heck of a lot of calls. Now, today, the same thing happens for American Airlines. “A put?” Ziggy sez, “that’s like selling short?” “Yeah, when you’re expecting the stock price to go down. And trading volume meanwhile is way, way up – six times normal.” “Just those two airlines?” “Yep. Weird, huh?” “Insider trading,” it seems to Ziggy. (p. 315)
Pynchon’s truth-seeking bag lady character March lays it out for us:
Many of us need the comfort of a simple story line with Islamic villains, and co-enablers like the Newspaper of Record are delighted to help. Poor, poor America, why do these evil foreigners hate us, must be all this freedom of ours, and how twisted is that, to hate freedom? Really thinking about all those buildable lots where the demolition’s already been done. (p. 388)
And sums it up:
“After the 11 September attack,” March editorializes one morning, “amid all that chaos and confusion, a hole quietly opened up in American history, a vacuum of accountability, into which assets human and financial begin to vanish. Back in the days of hippie simplicity, people liked to blame ‘the CIA’ or a ‘secret rogue operation.’ But this is a new enemy, unnameable, locatable on no organization chart or budget line – who knows, maybe even the CIA’s scared of them.
“Maybe it’s unbeatable, maybe there are ways to fight back. What it may require is a dedicated cadre of warriors willing to sacrifice time, income, personal safety, a brother/sisterhood consecrated to an uncertain struggle that may extend over generations and, despite all, end in total defeat.”
That’s our mission statement, folks, courtesy of the inimitable Thomas Pynchon.
But Bleeding Edge is more than a 9/11 truth novel. Its metaphor for ever-encroaching cyberspace, a circa-2001 “bleeding edge” virtual reality hidden within the internet and known as Deep Archer, represents the moment when we lost our way, the historical instant when the Society of the Spectacle loomed so large that any hope of separating reality from simulacrum began to look hopelessly quixotic. But maybe things have always been that way. There is an epistemological issue here that transcends particular historical events, even 9/11.
It was reality itself, not just America, that came down in the controlled demolitions of September 11th, 2001. And Pynchon, the American writer who has best tracked our ever-increasing unreality for decades, has responded with his most readable, entertaining, and disturbing novel.
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Reality is a malleable commodity, and history is no more than a fiction agreed upon…
Nonetheless, it is believed here in Argentina that Allende shot himself to avoid being taken alive by the military forces which were overthrowing his elected government. This is the first I have ever heard about him dying in an aerial bombardment; the alternative theory is that he was taken alive and then executed.
Oh yes, and speaking of my adopted home – it’s time to cry, Argentina. By the narrow margin of three measly percentage points, the right-wing candidate Mauricio Macri defeated the FpV candidate Daniel Scioli some two weeks ago. This is going to be an absolute disaster for Argentina.
I’ve heared of the areal bombing before.
My condolences on your elections.
I’ll add it to my must reads for any writer that evokes such reactions from massmedial reviewers must be fantastic.
And yes, the quotations exampled were very eloquent.
But Thomas Pynchon has got it wrong about the means for us to fight back, for there are scientists who have studied that. MUST READ:
* Jonathan M. Feldman, “From Warfare State to Shadow State: Militarism, Economic Depletion and Reconstruction” (ca.2008).
But I would say, if the Dragon that bites us bleeds money, then it is the monetary vein we must cut, AND, redirect into another circle of flow that benefits our local community, first, and our region, second, and expand up to a parallell national currency that is not exchangeable abroad. Alas, as it used to be back in the days, and the Greenback is just One example, for every city-state in Europe used to have a currency of its own up until mid 1800’s.
For international exchange other currencies can be constructed, some alternatives exist, good and bad, the most know is Bitcoin (and I only use it for conception, not because I advocate it).
THAT IS WHAT THE ELITES FEAR THE MOST.
Hit them where it hurts.
In short, what Jonathan M. Feldman shows is that how a group of people take the power over their lives back in their own hands is by copying how the elites have done.
Just like a child copies its parents..
And the elites have accuired their power by building institutions (not by being activists, as Thomas Pynchon suggests). When the enemy of humanity reproduces itself 24/7 because they can, because they can pay for salaries to have Us oppressing ourselves, then we have to create institutions (corporations and other forms of organizations and networks) through which function parallell to those existing controlled by the elites.
A currency is both a medium and an institution (in anthropological and sociological definition).
When you don’t want your dog to bite your shoes, you not only take the shoe away, but you give the dog an alternative to bite on.
Your “neighbours” need another parallell LOCAL currency, and with time a set of parallell currencies that are differently spatially limited, before they can GRADUALLY stop using the dollar (etc).
Needless to say, one can “build in” safety systems so these new parallell currencies cannot be speculated on, etc.
The idea is not mine but a German decendant Argentinian named Silvio (IIRC) with a German surname who figured this out at the turn of the last century.
His idea was tried in an Autrian town in the middle of 1932 recession, and for 14 months onward, before Vienna threatened the town with an invasion!
Silvio Gesell’s idea was tried during 1932 recession in an Austrian town, and for 14 months onward, before Vienna threatened the town with an invasion!
Why invasion?
Because about 100 Austrian towns were planning to copy this WEAPON by creating local currencies of their own.
Why? Because during those 14 months up until early 1934 the unemployment in Austria had risen with 5-6%, while in this town (forgot its name…) unemployment had decreased with 5%, the economy was blooming.
Why? Because the MONEY STAYED IN the LOCAL COMMUNITY instead of being speculated on by banks and hedge funds in other parts of the world.
In 2003 a high school teacher in a southern German town started up a local (parallel) currency with the help of a few (!) students in his class.
In 2008 there were about 25 local currencies in Germany and about another 25 were being started. That is suppressed news because it is grassroots reconstruction (by CREATING SHADOW INSTITUTIONS).
Kill ‘em!
Another example, the Scot Pound:
http://www.resilience.org/stories/2015-11-06/will-the-scotpound-succeed-as-a-parallel-currency