<div dir="ltr"><div class="gmail_default" style="font-size:small">From "Hiding Man, " Tracy Daugherty's biography of the incomparable Donald Barthelme...; Dave Monroe and Mark Kohut flagged it here when it came out in 2009, but I just got around to it:</div><div class="gmail_default" style="font-size:small"><br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="">During the early seventies, Pynchon lived off and on in the Sales’s basement apartment [on W. 11th St.], below Don, when the Sales were away. He wrote parts of Gravity’s Rainbow there. As he came to know Don, he was impressed by Don’s neighborliness. “He disliked being alone, preferring company, however problematical, to no company,†Pynchon recalled. The two men hit it off; they shared a quick wit. Karen Kennerly says that one morning, Pynchon called Don and said, “I’ve just put the cat in the refrigerator. Do you think that’s a problem?†On another day, he sent Don a note saying he’d thought he’d spotted Don walking around the Village, but he didn’t approach him “on the off-chance it was Solzhenitsyn.â€<br></div><div class="gmail_default" style=""><br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="">For that last, see Barthelme e.g. here: </div><div class="gmail_default" style=""><br></div><div class="gmail_default" style=""><a href="http://blog.chron.com/bookish/files/2013/09/DBbyJerry-Bauer.jpg">http://blog.chron.com/bookish/files/2013/09/DBbyJerry-Bauer.jpg</a></div><div class="gmail_default" style="font-size:small"><br></div></div>