I first discovered Thomas Pynchon’s V. on the fiction bookshelf of a Midwood branch of the Brooklyn Public Library at age 15, while visiting my grandparents nearby. I was immediately, irrevocably hooked. Two of my goals in life have been to interview Vladimir Nabokov’s son and to find out as much as I could about Pynchon. One out of two, in this case, is pretty good.
I’m very excited to see this go out into the world, after a couple of months of interviews and archival research and even a few round-trip drives between Burbank and Pasadena (long story). If anyone enjoys reading it as much as I enjoyed reporting and writing it (not likely), I’ll be intensely happy.
(Also, check out the amazing Pynchon age progression!)