Really/Not really, Tom

Just for the hell of it, and because it was actually pretty good, and possibly a very fine example of literary detective work, and because I didn't explain the Friedman parody concept very well in the previous post, re-running my September 2013 tribute to the blogger Really Tom Friedman:

From Dorothy Gambrell's Cat and Girl, via the dead blog Pynchonoid.

Finally [in September 2013, when this was written] got a copy of the new Thomas Pynchon novel, Bleeding Edge, purportedly about the 9/11 attacks (I won't be reading any reviews all the way through at least until I'm done with the book), and opened it up to the first page to find to my amazed delight that it starts almost exactly where I would have been on that fictional day, on the day that comes every [jump]

Really/not really, Tom

From Dorothy Gambrell's Cat and Girl, via the dead blog Pynchonoid.

Finally got a copy of the new Thomas Pynchon novel, Bleeding Edge, purportedly about the 9/11 attacks (I won't be reading any reviews all the way through at least until I'm done with the book), and opened it up to the first page to find to my amazed delight that it starts almost exactly where I would have been on that fictional day, on the day that comes every [jump]