Here's the scene that demonstrates Frenesi's attraction to

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                   David Morris:
                   I think, as I said earlier, that this tendency shown in 
                   all three generations of females in VL isn't supposed 
                   to be isolated to this family.  I think he is proposing 
                   some kind of universal tendency (in the DNA - 
                   Biology equals Destiny?), a kind of Freudian 
                   attachment to the Father Figure, and I really can't 
                   relate.  I think it's a very controversial theory that's 
                   received little scrutiny.  Again, I think it has to do 
                   with his view of how women relate to a world power
                   structure dominated by men.

Can't say as I'm all that sure of that. Admittedly, there's a 
world'o'kinks out there in Pynchonland, all sorts of bizzare
female sexual behaviour goin' on out there in the "Zone",
but there's all sorts of sexual valences presented, power
over or under in all potential extermes guided, perhaps,
by a R. Crumb style'd lusting after sexual unobtanium.

              Tore Rye Andersen:
              . . . .the really sad thing is that wonderful, 
              independent Prairie seems to've inherited this trait 
              as well: When Brock comes to get her in his helicopter 
              on p. 376 she's quick enough to sling back a proper 
              insult, but as she thinks back to her near-abduction on 
              p. 384, we get this:

              He had left too suddenly. There should have been more. 
              She lay in her sleeping bag, trembling, face up, with 
              the alder and the Sitka spruce still dancing in the wind, 
              and the stars thickening overhead. "You can come 
              back," she whispered, waves of cold sweeping over her, 
              trying to gaze steadily into a night that now at any turn 
              could prove unfaceable. "It's OK, rilly. Come on, come in. 
              I don't care.Take me anyplace you want." But suspecting 
              already that he was no longer available, that the midnight 
              summoning would go safely unanswered, even if she 
              couldn't let go.

Which just goes to show, I suppose, how much people allow 
whatever's between their legs to overule rational thought. Which, 
come to think of it, is another constant in both Pynchon and 
history. The Genius thing about Vineland is that it's all so very
plausible, it's only a hairsbreath away from reality.