Thomas Pynchon and the myth of invisibility

"Money speaks, the land listens, where the Anarchist skulked, where the horse-thief plied his trade, we fishers of Americans will cast our nets of perfect ten acre mesh, levelled and varmint-proofed, ready to build on. Where alien mockers and jackers went creeping after their miserable communistic dreams . . . we, gazing out over their little vacation bungalows, will dwell in top-dollar palazzos . . . when all is festival and wholesome sport and eugenically chosen stock, who will be left anymore to remember the jabbering Union scum?"