“But as you swung away, who was the woman alone in the earth, planted up to her shoulders in the aardvark hole, a gazing head rooted to the desert plane, with an upsweep of mountains far behind her, darkly folded, far away in the evening? She can feel the incredible pressure, miles of horizontal sand and clay, against her belly. Down the trail wait the luminous ghosts of her four stillborn children, fat worms lying with no chances of comfort among the wild onions, one by one, crying for milk more sacred than what is tasted and blessed in the village calabashes. In preterite line they have pointed her here, to be in touch with Earth's gift for genesis. The woman feels power flood in through every gate: a river between her thighs, light leaping at the ends of fingers and toes. It is sure and nourishing as sleep. It is a warmth. The more the daylight fades, the further she submits to the dark, to the descent of water from the air. She is a seed in the Earth. The holy aardvark has dug her bed." pp. 315-6 Gravity's Rainbow, Thomas Pynchon
By AleXander Hirka
Kind of reminds me of the rat priest. There's a reverence for nature in encyclopedic post postmodern fiction.
preterite: expressing a past action or state.
Looking up Ndjambi Karunga, I came across this 2017 article "Thomas Pynchon Shows Us How White Writers Can Avoid Appropriation" by ARIEL SARAMANDI
"It’s no small feat, considering that V. was published in 1961 and most of the history books on the genocide were written in the 2000s. The Herero massacre wasn’t even really talked about until mid-1990s, since the Namibia was controlled by the South African government — and its apartheid — until then."
"Between 24,000 and 100,000 Hereros and 10,000 Nama died in the genocide." (Wikipedia)
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