The NYT runs a first-person account of being just slightly too late for the late (iconic) Sixties. A fresh spin. Nuances.
I've got Pynchon's latest on my desk, plus the new Colum McCann. Pynchon's is set in this era; McCann's is set slightly later, but the book is about coming out of the penumbra of 1969.
It's like the zeitgeist has gone all meta, saying: time to reconsider that other zeitgeist, when zeitgeist was everything.
