Castaway on Pynchon in Public Day

[Henry M]

Remembering that it is Pynchon in Public Day today, I got up from my
bed this morning with a soulful, bounding leap, and immediately sought
my collection of books by Thomas Pynchon, whose birthday is today, in
order to choose one that I would bring with me to work in order to
read it a little in public when I have the opportunity, either at
lunch or after work, but with the exception of two copies of Inherent
Vice, I couldn’t find any of the books by Pynchon that I have
collected over the years since I first read his Gravity’s Rainbow not
long after it had first been published forty years ago this past
February.  What was even more disconcerting was my inability to find
any of the cherished books by any of the authors that I have read and
reread over as many years.  Not one, my friends!

I was pleased with myself to find that I was more interested in
discovering the location of my books, and then the state that they are
in, than in determining how, and at what speed, they were moved there,
or in ascribing motivation for their movement, but that pleasure is
small consolation, as being without their anchorage is not, for me, a
feeling of liberation, as one might hope, but rather the onset a being
somewhat adrift until I learn their whereabouts.

Yours truly,
٩(●̮̮̃•̃)۶
Henry Musikar, CISSP
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