Let’s make this a whole lot easier. After Twain and Fitzgerald, there’s Thomas Pynchon and there’s everybody else. When we ask about the Great American Novel, what we’re really asking is, which of Pynchon’s novels is the most American?
For the uninitiated, it may bear mentioning here that Thomas Pynchon is an American writer, born a little over 79 years ago in Glen Cove, Long Island. Between the 1960s and the 1980s, he spent some time in California, where three of his eight novels are set. The others range all over the globe and throughout history, often in the same book.
To varying degrees, and woefully oversimplified, most of the novels pit a plucky heroine or poor, priapic, paranoid schnook against some vast, bureaucratic, merciless conspiracy.
The author’s most obvious candidate for the Great American Novel would seem to be “Mason & Dixon,” a playfully archaic picaresque about the two 18th century surveyors who drew the “geometrick Scar” along which, during the Civil War, America almost bled out. But the G.A.N. could just as easily be one of Pynchon’s other works, each of which rings a fresh variation on the same two questions: What happened to the country we wanted? And can its original promise ever be redeemed?
You could make a somewhat forced case that each of Pynchon’s books reconsiders what it means to be American, or Californian, at roughly decennial intervals.
“Gravity’s Rainbow” (which may itself be the Great European Novel) zeroes in on the mid-1940s. Half of “V.” and the long short story “The Secret Integration” (where Pynchon virgins should begin) on the late 1950s; “The Crying of Lot 49,” on the mid-’60s; “Inherent Vice,” the early ’70s; “Vineland,” the mid-’80s; and “Bleeding Edge,” the late ’90s. Essentially a historical novelist, Pynchon didn’t write the books in that order, but, in retrospect, a faint, probably unwitting design begins to appear.
The seven books already mentioned leave out only “Against the Day,” a transatlantic 2006 novel set at the turn of the 20th century, but with a post-9/11 shadow-story nested inside. This is the longest and least examined of all Pynchon’s novels, a few shiny nuggets already picked over while, all along, an undiscovered mother lode waits below.
Over the years, Pynchon himself has suggested everything from Kerouac’s “On the Road” to Oakley Hall’s “Warlock” as, if not the, at least among the great American novels. But can any one book ever be the G.A.N.? Or is it a mythical creature, a gryphon, more there to be tracked than…