A group of adventerous postmodernists over at CecilVortex.com, apparently still dizzy and delirious from a group reading of a thick Thomas Pynchon book, are now setting off for a new collective journey, the Pale Fire Deathmarch. This will consist, apparently, of a call-and-response collective experiencing of Vladimir Nabokov’s “Pale Fire”, a complex novel about a poet undergoing some sort of metaphysical crisis (aren’t we all).
Personally, I have never gotten very far with Pynchon (who seems to be the guiding spirit of this collective), but I usually do better with Nabokov. I may even join the march, or at least I may try.
