Imagine a Berkeleyan esse-est-percipi universe in which God is named Nielsen.

lose any sense of eschatology, thus of teleology

an ineluctably conditioned part of a pop-dominated culture

There's a marvelously apposite Heidegger quotation here, but I'll spare you.

These novels carve out for themselves an interstice between flat-out fiction and a sort of weird cerebral roman à clef.

the piquant qualia of a lived, albeit bizarrely lived, experience

a sustained error that practically compels misprision

flouts the ordinary cingula of "sense"

the conscious rendition of inditement not only rings true but serves essential functons

The other side of the prenominate 2-bind--the side rendered explicitly by WM's opening and close--is why people who write need to do so as a mode of communication.