• En rentrant d'un réunion Tupperware bien arrosée, oedipa Maas apprend qu'un ex-petit ami l'a nommée exécutrice testamentaire. Le legs est étrange : des dizaines de faux timbres, signes de ralliement d'une bande de conspirateurs déjantés... Thomas Pynchon dessine la fresque impitoyable d'un mode sans queue ni tête, et brouille les pistes avec une allégresse contagieuse.

  • V.

    Thomas Pynchon

    V. est une lettre mystérieuse qui apparaît ici et là dans le journal intime laissé par Stanley Stencil, disparu en 1919. En 1945, son fils Herbert va chercher ce qui se cache derrière cette initiale. Très vite, V. va se révéler être une énigme aux nombreuses significations, une figure féminine aux multiples visages - Victoria, une anglaise violée au Caire ; Véra, une danseuse allemande pré-nazie dans le Sud-Ouest africain ; Véronique, un rat femelle des égoûts de New York ; ou encore une lesbienne du boulevard de Clichy - mais aussi un pays appelé Vheissu, qui inquiète beaucoup les services secrets...

  • Vice caché

    Thomas Pynchon

    Doc Sportello, teint d'endive et coupe afro, atteint d'une fâcheuse tendance à s'endormir au mauvais moment par abus de marijuana, est détective privé dans la Californie des seventies. Chargé d'enquêter sur Mickey Wolfmann, promoteur milliardaire à tendance nazie, il doit faire équipe avec le flic Bigfoot, son meilleur ennemi. Un voyage totalement déjanté au pays des hippies. Si cool, man.

  • Capable de prédire le lieu des bombardements qui ravagent Londres grâce à de fulgurantes érections, Tyrone Slothrop suscite l'intérêt de tous les scientifiques alliés.
    Mais plutôt que de mettre sa libido au service de l'effort de guerre, celui-ci préfère parcourir l'Europe en quête de ses origines, croisant le chemin de barbouzes kirghizes, de commandants coprophages et de kamikazes comiques...

  • Fonds perdus

    Thomas Pynchon

    Dans le New York des années 2000, entre l'éclatement spectaculaire de la bulle Internet et 11-Septembre imminent, Maxine, ex-inspectrice du service des fraudes, enquête sur la mystérieuse start-up de Gabriel Ice au au succès douteux. D'où viennent ces capitaux qui circulent sur les comptes en banque de cet employeur énigmatique et capricieux ? Au cours de son enquête, Maxine plonge au coeur du « Web Profond », cette interzone quasi inaccessible, un cercle d'initiés peuplé de personnages loufoques et décalés, parfois inquiétants, un monde pas si virtuel que ça.Né aux États-Unis en 1937, Thomas Pynchon, écrivain à l'anonymat obstiné depuis près de quarante ans, est l'auteur d'une oeuvre prodigieusement inventive et foisonnante. Il est notamment l'auteur de V., Mason & Dixon et Contre-jour, disponibles en Points.

  • Contre-jour

    Thomas Pynchon

    Le dirigeable à hydrogène, le Désagrément, sa nacelle ornée d'une banderole patriotique, son équipage constitué de cinq jeunes hommes appartenant au célèbre club aéronautique des Casse-Cou, s'éleva brusquement ce matin-là et prit bientôt le vent du sud ": ainsi débute cette vertigineuse aventure qui traverse l'histoire et les continents, depuis les révoltes de mineurs dans l'Ouest américain jusqu'aux préparatifs, en Europe, de la Première Guerre mondiale.

  • Ce recueil rassemble cinq nouvelles de Thomas Pynchon, oeuvres de jeunesse écrites entre 1959 et 1964.Tout l'univers de l'écrivain se dévoile par petites touches. Une introduction, rédigée à des dizaines d'années de distance met en perspective le recueil. Pynchon se livre à des remarques stylistiques, à un portrait de la jeunesse de cette époque, entre beat generation et mouvement hippie, à une analyse des liens tissés depuis entre toutes ses oeuvres : personnages récurrents, passions particulières pour le monde de l'enfance, de l'espionnage, les guides Baedeker et les journées de dérive.

  • Anglais The Crying of Lot 49

    Thomas Pynchon

    This short fable followed Pynchon's first novel "V." First published in 1966, it is a surreal comedy satirizing Californian life. Oedipa Maas, a recent heiress, pursues enquiries into the nature of her inheritance and the motivation of her dead lover and is led on an ambiguous trail of clues.

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  • Vineland

    Thomas Pynchon

    À quatorze ans, Prairie ne connaît rien de sa mère ou presque. Son père, grand fumeur de joints devant l'éternel et spécialiste ès magouilles, lui sert toujours la même salade : la mère de Prairie était une farouche révolutionnaire des années 1970, disparue pour échapper au FBI. Secret de famille ou délire paranoïaque ? La jeune fille décide qu'il est temps de découvrir la vérité...

  • Mason & Dixon

    Thomas Pynchon

    • Vintage
    • 2 April 2001

    « Jour après jour, les Pionniers et les Géomètres progressent, davantage de points sont reliés, et deviennent bientôt visibles, tandis qu'on découvre dans le Ciel de nouvelles Étoiles, qu'on nomme et inscrit dans les Almanachs. » : en 1763, deux astronomes anglais, le mélancolique Mason et le séducteur Dixon, se lancent dans une incroyable odyssée au coeur de l'Amérique du Nord.

  • Anglais Against the Day

    Thomas Pynchon

    Thomas Pynchon is up to his usual business. Characters stop what they're doing to sing what are for the most part stupid songs. Strange sexual practices take place. Obscure languages are spoken, not always idiomatically. Contrary-to-fact occurrences occur. Maybe it's not the world, but with a minor adjustment or two it's what the world might be.

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  • Anglais Inherent vice

    Thomas Pynchon

    It's been awhile since private eye Doc Sportello has seen his ex-girlfriend. Suddenly out of nowhere she shows up with a story about a plot to kidnap a billionaire land developer whom she just happens to be in love with. Doc knows that 'love' is another of those words going around at the moment, except that this one usually leads to trouble.

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  • Anglais BLEEDING EDGE

    Thomas Pynchon

    It is 2001 in New York City, in the lull between the collapse of the dotcom boom and the terrible events of September 11th. Silicon Alley is a ghost town, Web 1.0 is having adolescent angst, Google has yet to IPO, Microsoft is still considered the Evil Empire. There may not be quite as much money around as there was at the height of the tech bubble, but there's no shortage of swindlers looking to grab a piece of what's left.



    Maxine Tarnow is running a nice little fraud investigation business on the Upper West Side, chasing down different kinds of small-scale con artists. She used to be legally certified but her licence got pulled a while back, which has actually turned out to be a blessing because now she can follow her own code of ethics - carry a Beretta, do business with sleazebags, hack into people's bank accounts - without having too much guilt about any of it. Otherwise, just your average working mum - two boys in elementary school, an off-and-on situation with her sort of semi-ex-husband Horst, life as normal as it ever gets in the neighbourhood - till Maxine starts looking into the finances of a computer-security firm and its billionaire geek CEO, whereupon things begin rapidly to jam onto the subway and head downtown. She soon finds herself mixed up with a drug runner in an art deco motorboat, a professional nose obsessed with Hitler's aftershave, a neoliberal enforcer with footwear issues, plus elements of the Russian mob and various bloggers, hackers, code monkeys and entrepreneurs, some of whom begin to show up mysteriously dead. Foul play, of course.



    With occasional excursions into the Deep Web and out to Long Island, Thomas Pynchon, channelling his inner Jewish mother, brings us a historical romance of New York in the early days of the Internet, not that distant in calendar time but galactically remote from where we've journeyed to since.



    Will perpetrators be revealed, forget about brought to justice? Will Maxine have to take the handgun out of her purse? Will she and Horst get back together? Will Jerry Seinfeld make an unscheduled guest appearance? Will accounts secular and karmic be brought into balance?



    Hey. Who wants to know?

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  • A Best Book of the Year for the Chicago Tribune, Washington Post, San Francisco Chronicle, and Los Angeles Times Part noir, part psychedelic romp, all Thomas Pynchon--private eye Doc Sportello surfaces, occasionally, out of a marijuana haze to watch the end of an era.
    Its been awhile since Doc Sportello has seen his ex-girlfriend. Suddenly out of nowhere she shows up with a story about a plot to kidnap a billionaire land developer whom she just happens to be in love with. Its the tail end of the psychedelic sixties in L.A., and Doc knows that love is another one of those words going around at the moment, like trip or groovy, except this one usually leads to trouble.
    In this lively yarn, Thomas Pynchon, working in an unaccustomed genre, provides a classic illustration of the principle that if you can remember the sixties, you werent there . . . or . . . if you were there, then you . . . or, wait, is it . . .;;;;
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  • Anglais Bleeding Edge

    Thomas Pynchon

    It is 2001 in New York City, in the lull between the collapse of the dotcom boom and the terrible events of September 11th. Silicon Alley is a ghost town, Web 1.0 is having adolescent angst, Google has yet to IPO, Microsoft is still considered the Evil Empire. There may not be quite as much money around as there was at the height of the tech bubble, but there's no shortage of swindlers looking to grab a piece of what's left.Maxine Tarnow is running a nice little fraud investigation business on the Upper West Side, chasing down different kinds of small-scale con artists. She used to be legally certified but her licence got pulled a while back, which has actually turned out to be a blessing because now she can follow her own code of ethics - carry a Beretta, do business with sleazebags, hack into people's bank accounts - without having too much guilt about any of it. Otherwise, just your average working mum - two boys in elementary school, an off-and-on situation with her sort of semi-ex-husband Horst, life as normal as it ever gets in the neighbourhood - till Maxine starts looking into the finances of a computer-security firm and its billionaire geek CEO, whereupon things begin rapidly to jam onto the subway and head downtown. She soon finds herself mixed up with a drug runner in an art deco motorboat, a professional nose obsessed with Hitler's aftershave, a neoliberal enforcer with footwear issues, plus elements of the Russian mob and various bloggers, hackers, code monkeys and entrepreneurs, some of whom begin to show up mysteriously dead. Foul play, of course.With occasional excursions into the Deep Web and out to Long Island, Thomas Pynchon, channelling his inner Jewish mother, brings us a historical romance of New York in the early days of the Internet, not that distant in calendar time but galactically remote from where we've journeyed to since.Will perpetrators be revealed, forget about brought to justice? Will Maxine have to take the handgun out of her purse? Will she and Horst get back together? Will Jerry Seinfeld make an unscheduled guest appearance? Will accounts secular and karmic be brought into balance?Hey. Who wants to know?

  • Read the cult classic behind the major new film starring Joaquin Phoenix, Reese Witherspoon and Josh Brolin.Part noir, part psychedelic romp, all Thomas Pynchon - private eye Doc Sportello comes, occasionally, out of a marijuana haze to watch the end of an era as free love slips away and paranoia creeps in with the L.A. fog.It's been awhile since Doc Sportello has seen his ex-girlfriend. Suddenly out of nowhere she shows up with a story about a plot to kidnap a billionaire land developer whom she just happens to be in love with. Easy for her to say. It's the tail end of the psychedelic sixties in L.A., and Doc knows that 'love' is another of those words going around at the moment, like 'trip' or 'groovy', except that this one usually leads to trouble. Despite which he soon finds himself drawn into a bizarre tangle of motives and passions whose cast of characters includes surfers, hustlers, dopers and rockers, a murderous loan shark, a tenor sax player working undercover, an ex-con with a swastika tattoo and a fondness for Ethel Merman, and a mysterious entity known as the Golden Fang, which may only be a tax dodge set up by some dentists.In this lively yarn, Thomas Pynchon, working in an unaccustomed genre, provides a classic illustration of the principle that if you can remember the sixties, you weren't there...or...if you were there, then you...or, wait, is it...

  • Le lieutenant américain Slothrop a été conditionné dès l'enfance pour connaître des érections à l'endroit où des explosions vont avoir lieu. La carte de ses exploits sexuels anticipe légèrement celle des missiles V2 et de leur impact.

  • Anglais Bleeding Edge

    Pynchon Thomas

    The Washington Post
    'Brilliantly written... a joy to read... Bleeding Edge is totally gonzo, totally wonderful. It really is good to have Thomas Pynchon around, doing what he does best.' (Michael Dirda)
    It is 2001 in New York City, in the lull between the collapse of the dot-com boom and the terrible events of September 11th. Silicon Alley is a ghost town, Web 1.0 is having adolescent angst, Google has yet to IPO, Microsoft is still considered the Evil Empire. There may not be quite as much money around as there was at the height of the tech bubble, but there's no shortage of swindlers looking to grab a piece of what's left.
    Maxine Tarnow is running a nice little fraud investigation business on the Upper West Side, chasing down different kinds of small-scale con artists. She used to be legally certified but her license got pulled a while back, which has actually turned out to be a blessing because now she can follow her own code of ethics-'carry a Beretta, do business with sleazebags, hack into people's bank accounts-'without having too much guilt about any of it. Otherwise, just your average working mom-'two boys in elementary school, an off-and-on situation with her sort of semi-ex-husband Horst, life as normal as it ever gets in the neighborhood-'till Maxine starts looking into the finances of a computer-security firm and its billionaire geek CEO, whereupon things begin rapidly to jam onto the subway and head downtown. She soon finds herself mixed up with a drug runner in an art deco motorboat, a professional nose obsessed with Hitler's aftershave, a neoliberal enforcer with footwear issues, plus elements of the Russian mob and various bloggers, hackers, code monkeys, and entrepreneurs, some of whom begin to show up mysteriously dead. Foul play, of course.
    With occasional excursions into the DeepWeb and out to Long Island, Thomas Pynchon, channeling his inner Jewish mother, brings us a historical romance of New York in the early days of the internet, not that distant in calendar time but galactically remote from where we've journeyed to since.
    Will perpetrators be revealed, forget about brought to justice? Will Maxine have to take the handgun out of her purse? Will she and Horst get back together? Will Jerry Seinfeld make an unscheduled guest appearance? Will accounts secular and karmic be brought into balance?
    Hey. Who wants to know?
    Slate.com
    "If not here at the end of history, when? If not Pynchon, who? Reading Bleeding Edge, tearing up at the beauty of its sadness or the punches of its hilarity, you may realize it as the 9/11 novel you never knew you needed... a necessary novel and one that literary history has been waiting for."
    The New York Times Book Review
    Exemplary... dazzling and ludicrous... Our reward for surrendering expectations that a novel should gather in clarity, rather than disperse into molecules, isn't anomie but delight.' (Jonathan Lethem)
    Wired magazine
    'The book's real accomplishment is to claim the last decade as Pynchon territory, a continuation of the same tensions -' between freedom and captivity, momentum and entropy, meaning and chaos -' through which he has framed the last half-century."

  • A Best Book of the Year for the Chicago Tribune, Washington Post, San Francisco Chronicle, and Los Angeles Times
    Part noir, part psychedelic romp, all Thomas Pynchon--private eye Doc Sportello surfaces, occasionally, out of a marijuana haze to watch the end of an era.
    It’s been awhile since Doc Sportello has seen his ex-girlfriend. Suddenly out of nowhere she shows up with a story about a plot to kidnap a billionaire land developer whom she just happens to be in love with. It’s the tail end of the psychedelic sixties in L.A., and Doc knows that “love” is another one of those words going around at the moment, like “trip” or “groovy,” except this one usually leads to trouble.
    In this lively yarn, Thomas Pynchon, working in an unaccustomed genre, provides a classic illustration of the principle that if you can remember the sixties, you weren’t there . . . or . . . if you were there, then you . . . or, wait, is it . . .;;;;
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  • A New York Times Notable Book of the Year, a Washington Post Best Book of the Year;;;;
    Spanning the era between the Chicago World’s Fair of 1893 and the years just after World War I, and constantly moving between locations across the globe (and to a few places not strictly speaking on the map at all), Against the Day unfolds with a phantasmagoria of characters that includes anarchists, balloonists, gamblers, drug enthusiasts, mathematicians, mad scientists, shamans, spies, and hired guns. As an era of uncertainty comes crashing down around their ears and an unpredictable future commences, these folks are mostly just trying to pursue their lives. Sometimes they manage to catch up; sometimes it’s their lives that pursue them.;;;;

  • Winner of the 1974 National Book Award
    “A screaming comes across the sky. . .” A few months after the Germans’ secret V-2 rocket bombs begin falling on London, British Intelligence discovers that a map of the city pinpointing the sexual conquests of one Lieutenant Tyrone Slothrop, U.S. Army, corresponds identically to a map showing the V-2 impact sites. The implications of this discovery will launch Slothrop on an amazing journey across war-torn Europe, fleeing an international cabal of military-industrial superpowers, in search of the mysterious Rocket 00000, through a wildly comic extravaganza that has been hailed in The New Republic as “the most profound and accomplished American novel since the end of World War II.”;;

  • Anglais V.

    Pynchon Thomas

    The wild, macabre tale of the twentieth century and of two men--one looking for something he has lost, the other with nothing much to lose--and “V.,” the unknown woman of the title.

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