"Mixed in with his actual writing skills, Pynchon discusses the thematic relevance of the times he lived in and their effect on his stories. He describes the fifties as "static," saying that one year was like any other giving the overall feeling, "there seemed no reason why should it all not just go on as it was." He felt that there grew from the era an atmosphere of self censorship, partly responsible for his immature dealings with sex. Also, he felt that it led to his "Racist, sexist, and proto-fascist talk," which he actually apologizes for. This may also have grown out of his two years' service in the Navy, which he admits had their effect on his work."
hence his apology
hey hold the fuck on...
>mfw "thomas pynchon" is just the pen name used by the collective author that is /lit/ and its predecessors
I think every writer kinda hates their first real piece. He still seems a lot more proud of V than he was Lot 49. Also I believe his comments of his own racism were in reference to the short stories in Slow Learner.
Because Thomas Pynchon, like the character Stencil, enjoys referring to himself in the third person.
Nah, just kidding. I am a student at UT Austin and our library has a collection of some letters Pynchon wrote during/shortly after the release of V. In a few such letters, he expresses (sometimes fairly severe) dissatisfaction with the both the novel and himself.
Here is a picture I took one day of a paragraph which speaks somewhat to that effect.
Damn son. My respect for Tommy P just continues to rise. Even though Gravity's Rainbow is the only novel of his I've been able to finish, he seems like such an intelligent, well-rounded, interesting person. I'd give anything just to have a beer with the guy.
>...how not to lean on the crazy-assed surrealistic passage as a crutch when I'm too lazy to engage or keep the reader's attention, entertain or instruct him by more respectable and honest devices
is amazing how he wants to be a traditional writer and fails at it and he's ashamed of what he's acclaimed for
although, we all know how it is when you are young and insecure like Tommy, i think he probably learned to like his first books now that he's old
>after all he is a Slow Learner!
Sorry guys, I fell asleep.
The Harry Ransom Center has a ton of shit digitized, but unfortunately the Pynchon letters are not.
His literary agent and her husband (whose names escape me)
Sure, I'll go ahead and post the rest of what I have.
Quick Disclaimer: Most of these pictures do not relate to Pynchon's self-doubt. a few are about Borges, one kinda outlines the catalyst (or one of the catalysts) of his institutional paranoia, a couple are Feghoot puns which he used to sign off his letters and which I thought were funny. I hope you guys find them interesting too.
(Also, they will still be sideways and huge. Sorry)
If anyone is interested, I can transcript these letters to word or something so we can add to that Pynchon apocrypha .epub /lit/ has made
On an unrelated note, is there any somewhat credible speculation about what Pynchon was doing between GR and Vineland? DFW thinks he might have been smoking a lot of pot and watching a lot of TV. I doubt that. But I have a glimmer of hope if this is actually the case because it allows me to justify my own laziness.
But surely conversation would be a failure, given his age and superior wisdom. Whaddaya gunna say? "U-uh... I'm trying to be a writer, too..."
It's a situation I'd constantly and internally pray for yet wish to never occur.
i bet he unironically shares salon articles about white privilege and is a top Hillary campaign donor. That's what you get for reading bluepilled meme authors
>Papa Pinch will never tell you bedtimes stories about the military-industrial complex being brought down by your favorite cartoon characters forming a We-system.
I saw Thomas Pynchon at a grocery store in New York one day. I told him how cool it was to meet him in person, but I didn’t want to be a douche and bother him and ask him for photos or anything.
He said, “Oh, like you’re doing now?”
I was taken aback, and all I could say was “Huh?” but he kept cutting me off and going “huh? huh? huh?” and closing his hand shut in front of my face. I walked away and continued with my shopping, and I heard him chuckle as I walked off. When I came to pay for my stuff up front I saw him trying to walk out the doors with like fifteen bananas in his hands without paying.
The girl at the counter was very nice about it and professional, and was like “Sir, you need to pay for those first.” At first he kept pretending to be tired and not hear her, but eventually turned back around and brought them to the counter.
When she took one of the bananas and started scanning it multiple times, he stopped her and told her to scan them each individually “to prevent any electrical infetterence,” and then turned around and winked at me. I don’t even think that’s a word. After she scanned each banana and put them in a bag and started to say the price, he kept interrupting her by yawning really loudly.
>IN the spring of 1983, Donald Barthelme invited about twenty people to dinner at a restaurant in SoHo. The guest list included Thomas Pynchon, John Barth, William Gaddis, Robert Coover, John Hawkes, William Gass, Kurt Vonnegut, Walter Abish, and Susan Sontag. All of them turned up except Pynchon, who was out of the state and sent his regrets, and the writers made short speeches about their work and toasted their friendship. The affair became known as the Postmodernists Dinner.
Are you an English major? How do you like UT?
I'm moving in for the spring semester this week and I'm a little apprehensive. The class on Modernism caught my eye, definitely looking forward to taking it.
>He wrote an article like that once, so wouldn't be surprised.
more edgy clueless anarchist hippie than anything. it would be reasonable to assume he mellowed out with time and became a zionist BLM Hillarycuck
UT is an incredible place and yeah I am an English major of sorts (rhetoric and writing as a pre-law).
As it happens, I took a course on modernism just this last semester, and it was genuinely terrific. Do you have Mia Carter? If so, she is a wonderful teacher and you are in for a great class.