>>The iconic American author was found dead in his Upper West Side apartment this afternoon.
>>NYPD reports that Mr. Pynchon's apartment was in a state of disarray, with newspaper clippings, strange trinkets, and painted manikins filling the room to the brim. The apartment reeked of bananas.
>>A manuscript had been left out on the kitchen table, its first page smeared in chocolate.
I just can't believe this happened. Pynchon remembrance thread.
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and all this time thinking he was just a Veeky Forums chatbot
Pinecone died three years ago, but his family kept it hidden while until he receives the nobel
Don't tell anyone, it's supposed to be a secret
He a chain smoker n sheeeeeit course he ded
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Member of Mr. Pynchon's family here. First off, he is very much alive.
Second, please stop making this post, you fucking childish asshole. Every time
I see it, my heart sinks on reflex and I call him in a panic. And when he doesn't answer at first (like today), my entire afternoon is wasted because I can't think straight. He's a person. A real, material, living, breathing person with friends and family.
Please fuck off.
I don't mind your memes, OP. I'm just glad my husbando is still alive.
>ywn get your nipple softly bitten by his Bugs Bunny teeth after a night of spreading bodily fluids over Their walls
Dying one day before he gets the nobel, what a goofball!
Haven't been on lit for a while, is this pasta?
Haven't been on Veeky Forums for a while, what is pasta?
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;-;
Haven't ate pasta for a while, what is Veeky Forums?
Hi Jackson.
Haven't ate Veeky Forums in a while, when is pasta?
I'm not Jackson you fuckface. My dad's seed spread over Europe like fucking plague, do you understand me? I'm one of the hundreds of Pynchons who are only beginning to peak. You'll see.
>yfw pinecone's niece wrote it
Literary talent goes with the family
>Ruggles named his son Jackson
kinda disappointed 2bh, would have expected something more original from him
Yeah he should've named him Slothtop or Pierce Inverarity
>Tristan Taormino
That's the most fucking Pynchonesque name ever
No she didn't.
It is kind of a Pumpkin Spice Latte middlebrow NYC mom thing to name your child, but that's the sort of person Pynchon's become over the past couple of decades
Affirmative. I knew a Jackson when I lived in NYC. He was into modeling and attended film school. He had long hair. He brandished Dostoevsky books in public. He was the same as all the other Jacksons in the whole wide island of Manhattan (butofcourse he lived in Brooklyn).
Is this confirmed?
Who keeps making these fucking threads anyway?
B A D F A I T H
Now fuck off to your Psychologist-Who-Thinks-He's-A-Philosopher threads
We're all Pynchon now....
Wowee this will be the second posthumous Nobel Prize ever since they'll give it to him anyway
Also he's not daed of course
Also the Nobel people will change their vote overnight because of this thread and give it to him
Also TRP will indeed pass away overnight so point 1) above will obtain after all
Boom boom OP look what yuo've set in motion
She did though.
No
OMG you guys The Rug has just fielded a phone call from Sweden
It's happening
HAHAHA
The yellow british guy won
Pinecone BTFO
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>smeared in chocolate
that's what they think lads...
Respect. Should've won the nobel
the anteaters finally got him
Now that he lost the nobel, do u think his family will announce his death?
I believe he was the second shooter
"I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am for real,
Never meant to make your daughter cry,
I apologize a trillion times..."
I don't get it
I cannot believe he's dead man. What a terrible week.
Gake and fay
There is NO GOOD REASON the Pynch didn't win the nobel.
Love how you claim to be his relative when you don't even spot the obvious fact (one of the only facts that is public about him) that Pynchon doesn't even live in a NYC apartment.
>implying
Pynchon has been dead since the '80s. After he published Gravity's Rainbow he had tremendous difficulty figuring out what to do next and suffered terrible writer's block. This went on for years. Finally, deciding he'd likely never write again, he took his own life on the streets of New York by slipping on a banana peel he'd placed in his own path.