Pynchon feature for new online mag?

[alice wellintown]

I didn't get into to MIT and I got expelled from Harvard for doing
something that MIT students do and are worshipped for. It was a major
prank and I still can't believe I did it. A campus cop lost his job
over it and I feel bad about that part still, it was only a dead body
and . . . I ended up working in a peep show parlor near Madison
Square. A night job. It wasn't a security guard exactly, but I sat at
a security desk and I had to wear a uniform. Some guys got turned on
when I stepped out from behind the desk, my tight blue trousers
stuffed into my leather boots, my long wooden club, my radio, my big
belt, my romance novel...but I never took a nickle from them then. Not
for sex. I made enough to pay my rent on Avenue A and I never got
messed up with junk so I managed to save up some cash; I took a
Chinese bus to Cambridge for the weekend. It was April or May. I was
not supposed to go anywhere near Harvard, but who would know me now
after two years, my hair was long and blond now and besides, I was
meeting a bunch of MIT boys. Harvard was pretty and romantic. MIT was
ugly and romance was not in the cards or in the air. At least that's
how I saw it. But I loved MIT boys. So weird and so smart and so
stupid. You wouldn't think they knew tits from ass to look at them,
with their dry toothpaste lips and their bad skin and their ties and
sneakers, but them boys could love. So crazy was their love. I fell
out of bed and Pynchon's V. was standing there with her legs spread
and her pages thick with passion. A romance novel for MIT boys. That's
what I thought anyway. I did, eventually, get into MIT. I majored in
theater arts. Sounds like a lie but its true. I was nearly thirty. I
took a course in physics. Why? I needed a credit in science and
Physics was the only science class I got high grades in back in high
school. I fell in love with entropy. Somehow I read Pynchon's Entropy,
then Gravity's Rainbow. It took me about two years to read it. I never
really gave up; I just kept dropped it and picked it up again and
dropped it. It's not a romance novel. Now, I own three peep show
parlors and I can read all day long. I read and read, but Pynchon is
still one of my all time favorites. Not the greatest writer and
certainly not for everyone, but there is little peep show and MIT in
P. At least that's how it is with me.

Alice (now appearing in a popular film about a song about Alice).