Thomas Pynchon Quote
Out of that night and day of unconditional wrath, folks would've expected to see any city, if it survived, all newly reborn, purified by flame, taken clear beyond greed, real-estate speculating, local politics--instead of which, here was this weeping widow, some one-woman grievance committee in black, who would go on and save up and lovlingly record and mercilessly begrudge every goddamn single tear she ever had to cry, and over the years to come would make up for them all by developing into the meanest, cruelest bitch of a city, even among cities not notable for their kindness.To all appearance resolute, adventurous, manly, the city would not shake that terrible all-night rape, when he was forced to submit, surrending, inadmissably, blindly feminine, into the Hellfire embrace of her beloved. He spent the years afterward forgetting and fabulating and trying to get back some self-respect. But inwardly, deep inside, he remained the catamite of Hell, the punk at the disposal of all the denizens thereof, the bitch in men's clothing.
Out of that night and day of unconditional wrath, folks would've expected to see any city, if it survived, all newly reborn, purified by flame, taken clear beyond greed, real-estate speculating, local politics--instead of which, here was this weeping widow, some one-woman grievance committee in black, who would go on and save up and lovlingly record and mercilessly begrudge every goddamn single tear she ever had to cry, and over the years to come would make up for them all by developing into the meanest, cruelest bitch of a city, even among cities not notable for their kindness.To all appearance resolute, adventurous, manly, the city would not shake that terrible all-night rape, when he was forced to submit, surrending, inadmissably, blindly feminine, into the Hellfire embrace of her beloved. He spent the years afterward forgetting and fabulating and trying to get back some self-respect. But inwardly, deep inside, he remained the catamite of Hell, the punk at the disposal of all the denizens thereof, the bitch in men's clothing.
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About Thomas Pynchon
Hailing from Long Island, Pynchon served two years in the United States Navy and earned an English degree from Cornell University. After publishing several short stories in the late 1950s and early 1960s, he began composing the novels for which he is best known: V. (1963), The Crying of Lot 49 (1966), and Gravity's Rainbow (1973). Rumors of a historical novel about Charles Mason and Jeremiah Dixon had circulated as early as the 1980s; the novel, Mason & Dixon, was published in 1997 to critical acclaim. His 2009 novel Inherent Vice was adapted into a feature film by Paul Thomas Anderson in 2014. Pynchon is notoriously reclusive from the media; few photographs of him have been published, and rumors about his location and identity have circulated since the 1960s. Pynchon's most recent novel, Shadow Ticket, is expected to be published in 2025.