Skeletons w/ Poison Teeth I am currently battling my way through Thomas Pynchon’s “V,” which I picked up because I read the first few pages in a bookstore and they were jaunty and irreverent and full of dark humor. As I have now discovered, the book pivots shortly thereafter into a fairly maddening morass of nested historical fiction with a lot of vocabulary words I don’t understand (“sjambok,” “internecine,” “cicatrix”). However! This morning, blinking sleep out of my eyes on a stink-ridden subway and wishing I was back at home in bed, I came across this passage about dreams and thought it was lovely in a sort of pleasantly gloomy way, and so I share. Sam DingmanDecember 4, 2012Comment Facebook0 Twitter LinkedIn0 Reddit Tumblr 0 Likes