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[Michael Bailey]

hee hee, that was Pynchon's stunt double.
everybody knows the real Pynchon and his wife talk only in v-2 limericks



On Fri, Oct 7, 2011 at 9:07 AM, David Morris <fqmorris at gmail.com> wrote:

> This is the part that gets creepy:
>
> "One night a few weeks later we were walking along Riverside Park. I
> spotted them first. “Look,” I said, “the Pynchons.”
>
> We held a brief whispered conference. Should we talk to them again? We
> didn’t really have anything to say. Should we follow them, try to hear
> what they talk about? She thought this was a little weird. It was a
> little weird, but maybe this time I’d encounter the real Pynchon, the
> private Pynchon, not the one I’d ambushed into small talk on the
> mezzanine of Carnegie Hall.
>
> We hovered a dozen feet behind them, straining to overhear without
> being too obvious about it"
>
> [...]
>
> "I’ll admit we followed them all the way home. It was a quiet walk.
> Sometimes they spoke to each other, but it was too noisy on the
> streets to overhear much of anything. I was almost ready to follow
> them into their building, even their apartment, but my fiancée was
> growing increasingly mortified. So in the end I was left only with a
> few fragments. From an author of such vast linguistic gifts, sprawling
> syntax and kaleidoscopic diction, I’d heard a few words that a toddler
> might have spoken: flowers, nice moon, cops."
>
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