“Bleeding Edge” started out all fun and games. Before cracking the spine, I grinned at how aptly Thomas Pynchon’s title worked for a historical novel set during the fin-de-siècle dot-com crash. A phrase that once served as a self-congratulating signifier of way-ahead-of-the-curve-ness, bandied about by preening venture capitalists, start-up CEOs and phalanxes of blow-dried public relations myrmidons, had become appropriately musty and nostalgic, exquisitely dated. Very deft, Mr. Pynchon! How far we’ve come, that the very words “bleeding edge” now summon up the past.
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