Reading the book on Gaddis available from a site devoted to him has confirmed beyond my wildest dreams that I missed incomprehensibly much in reading it, and now I turn to more tractable material, to wit, Russell Hoban's Linger Awhile.
There's a bit of Kenner's The Counterfeiters wherein he talks about poetry written with too much attention to scientific details lately revealed, with unappealing consequences (some of what he quotes is pretty dire). Something similar is there to be said about the initial Fallok chapters of LA. (Also, I don't really find the pun on "suspension" in "suspension of disbelief", you know, like a colloid, particularly charming.)
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