Where is he today?

where is he today?

Certainly not in this thread ;)

He lives in NYC I think.

he's eighty. he has trouble walking, he can't remember things, his eyes are bad, he's balding, his wife is balding and he can't get hard anymore. why doesn't his son call him more often? why doesn't the ipad his son got him ever seem to work? why do the icons keep changing? he watches TV and gets mad at Donald Trump and reminisces about the 50s and 60s when politicians - even the hyenas! - were professionals god damn it!!! he cringes at his early work and wonders why anyone ever read his books. he wonders if he ever had any real talent or if he was just faking it. he looks at that half finished draft on his table and wonders if he'll ever finish it. death is for him no longer some far off abstraction he can ramble on and on and on about in prose poetry, it is real, it is near, it is entirely boring to think about. he bemoans the left, his ineffectuality as a leftist, a revolutionary, his ultimate surrender. he does lots of crossword puzzles and reads Don Delillo's latest book, which he says is good.

>implying Pynchon is subject to the regular pitfalls of aging

Is that you Pinecone?

>he watches TV and gets mad at Donald Trump
doubt it. he saw it coming. and is probably delighted because it's funny

Hey since this is up I might as well ask, is there a somewhat wholesome 'report' or 'summary' on what little is known about this guy's life?
I know its kinda spoonfeeding but since there's (I presume) so little information I figured it'd be easy to share
Have a smoking asshole in return

He's been dead for a month but his family is waiting to break the news.

Thanks for making me depressed, asshole.