W hen I was an exuberant little undergrad in the early 1990s, my friends and I used to spend a lot of time speculating about the private lives of mysterious authors, men who never appeared in public and produced dark conspiratorial books at rare intervals. The primary object of our fascination was Thomas Pynchon, the […]
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