Many of you may be familiar with Thomas Pynchon, the famous reclusive author who has refused to be photographed, interviewed, or in any way revealed for a very long time now. He’s now married to New York book editor, lives in New York City (Yet remains anonymous?!) and I believe he may have a kid or two. Formerly, he was living in Northern California for a while, and there was a famous article about him published in Playboy Magazine by Jules Siegel, a friend of his, called, Who Is Thomas Pynchon and Why Did He Run Off With My Wife? It’s really hard to find but you might want to see if you can find it somewhere. Siegel describes living in Mexico (He still lives there, I am acquainted with Jules, and have communicated with him recently) back in the 1960’s and 1970’s. Pynchon was living some sort of a hippie life while writing the opus Gravity’s Rainbow. He blew in to Jules’ pad in Mexico one day, 34 years old, long hair, a teenage runaway on one arm, a suitcase full of GR drafts in the other hand, and pound of the finest hash in his pocket. I guess he was surviving by dealing for a while. He had an affair with Siegel’s wife and ran off with her for a bit. In piecing together Pynchon’s strange life, many folks have been interviewed. One interview I found striking. A woman said that she had spent an hour or two washing dishes with Pynchon after a big dinner party in British Colombia, and other than being one of the greatest writers of all time, there was absolutely nothing interesting about the guy whatsoever. That’s really interesting. Here’s one of the greatest artists of our time, and people who actually sat down and talked to him decided he was about as interesting as the postman or the guy in the liquor store. I wonder how common that is? I met quite a few (now famous) musicians when I was running around Hollywood and acting crazy in my endless party phase back in my 20’s. You think they are going to be some kind of super-people, but once you get to know them (Not so easy!) they’re pretty much like anyone else. Amazingly, there is actually a video that in my opinion contains footage of Thomas Pynchon walking the New York streets still sitting out there on the web, but you need Windows 95 to play it, and I’ve moved up in the world. It’s in some old dead format from the 1990’s and I’m not sure if it can be converted. What’s amazing about Pynchon is that somehow he has convinced everyone who has ever known him to not release or take any photos of him. How did he manage to do that?
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