Connotations 18.1-3 (2008/2009)
Connotations 18.1-3 (2008/2009)
Connotations 18.1-3 (2008/2009)
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ROBERT E. KOHN<br />
himself passing “through Iceland spar” and “being divided in two,” is<br />
starting to worry about himself (Against 688).<br />
Kitsch, which is garish art or text generally considered to be in bad<br />
taste, has long been postmodernism’s in-your-face response to<br />
modernity’s intellectual elitism. The idiosyncratic Pynchon takes<br />
kitsch well over the top when Reef, thinking that there was something<br />
“flirtatious” going on between Mouffette and himself, gets an erection<br />
and invites her to jump on his lap:<br />
“Oboy, oboy.” He stroked the diminutive spaniel for a while until, with no<br />
warning, she jumped off the couch and slowly went into the bedroom,<br />
looking back now and then over her shoulder. Reef followed, taking out his<br />
penis, breathing heavily through his mouth. “Here, Mouffie, nice big dog bone<br />
for you right here, lookit this, yeah, seen many of these lately? come on,<br />
smells good don’t it, mmm, yum!” and so forth, Mouffette […], sniffing with<br />
curiosity. “That’s right, now, o-o-open up … good girl, good Mouffette now<br />
let’s just put this—yaahhgghh!” Reader, she bit him. (Against 666)<br />
The grammatically incorrect “smells good don’t it,” in which the<br />
“don’t” could be facetiously taken as a contraction of “donut,” is<br />
reminiscent of the human jelly-doughnut, similarly(?) bitten only 40pages<br />
earlier in the novel. But we must be careful of what Pynchon<br />
masquerades as kitsch; Reef’s sexual interaction with Mouffie, especially<br />
with its implication of a bedroom invitation by the dog, invokes<br />
Virilio’s concerns about “new relationships between species” and “the<br />
loaded terms of bestiality” (61). Virilio not only adds his anxiety to those<br />
of Toffler and Birardi about the “general speeding-up of phenomena<br />
in our hypermodern world,” but is alarmed that “geneticists are now<br />
using cloning in the quest for the chimera, the hybridization of man<br />
and animal” (51). Virilio’s paranoia over “that great transgenic art in<br />
which every pharmacy, every laboratory will launch its own ‘lifestyles,’<br />
its own transhuman fashions” (61) seems over the top, but it<br />
resonates ominously in Kelleter’s fear of “the adaptive capacities of<br />
high intelligence […] turning evolution into history” (227). If eugenics<br />
doesn’t do it, consider Peter Swirsky’s prediction about a “thinking<br />
computer” that “will build itself by modifying its rulebook, erasing