Look at this thing. Just look at this thing. Yes, this is the trailer for the upcoming Thomas Pynchon yarn, Bleeding Edge. The fuck, right?The five-minute walkabout leaves us with more questions than answers. Shocking. What's up with the shades? What's up with the fish facial? Is Pynchon deliberately going for the whole janky film-student final project vibe, or does old boy simply not have a clue? I'm not even sure, man. All I know is it's classic Pynchonian trolling.Take dude's shirt. Presumably he's got a part in Pynchon's post-dotcom bust private-eye romp, which hits shelves this September 17, and says he's variously known as the "King of the Upper West Side" and simply "Sleazus". And yet there it is, emblazoned in big black type: "Hi, I'm Tom Pynchon". Oh, nice one!Or take dude being a wry dick to the guy behind the seafood counter at Zabar's. "Thinner", demands Sleazus, a guy who does NOT fuck with anything less (more?) than paper-thin cuts of smoked fish. "Thinner. Not so close to the head. Not so close."Or take dude moving in for the kill. OK, I'm jumping to conclusions here, but look: At the mere mention of recently-divorced Maxine Tarnow, the heroine who's caught up in some sort of virtual-reality game, the King of the Upper West Side is all, "Hang on, I need to make a call". You know where his head is at.@thebanderson