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Tom’s box of books at Bob and Ginny Hillock’s Seattle home   Leave a comment

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(1961-1962) Tom’s friends Bob and Ginny Hillock

13539 23rd Avenue N.E., Seattle 55, Washington

1 December 1962 Tom writes letter to Bob from Mexico City: “To get certain miscellaneous crap out of the way: if it’s not bugging you by its presence, that box of books might just as well stay where it is for awhile. Unless for some reason it’s an imposition. I don’t know how long I’ll be staying here, see, is what it is, and I don’t know, workwise, when exactly I’ll be needing the books in the box. Also, it is getting toward the end of the year, which means the Kite Factory [Boeing] ought to be sending out W-2 forms any time now. That is if you are still at the kite factory. If you are, you could do me a favor. They don’t have an address for me. Could you, maybe, buddy, tell them to send it to you, the W-2 forms, and you could send it on to me?…”

01_Bob (Robert) and Ginny (Virginia) Hillock - 13539 23RD AVE NE 98125. Parcel. 638150-2015

1 Dec 1962 Tom's letter to Rob Hillock


Posted November 25, 2017 by Nadar in Thomas Pynchon

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Of A Fond Ghoul   Leave a comment

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Of A Fond Ghoul

(1990) Blown Litter Press, NY. Correspondence between Thomas Pynchon and Corlies M. Smith, who was Pynchon’s editor when he was working on the manuscript of V., 1960-1962. Only 50 numbered copies, 40 pages, and by far the scarcest of Pynchon’s piracies. The letters involve the editing of the manuscript, possible titles, Seattle addresses, etc. A significant piece of Pynchon writing that has never been published before or since.

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Posted February 9, 2016 by Nadar in Thomas Pynchon

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1990 Seattle Times Press Photo: The house where Thomas Pynchon wrote V.   Leave a comment

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1990 Seattle Times Press Photo: The house where Thomas Pynchon wrote V.

4709 1/2, 9th Avenue, N.E., Seattle 5, WA

The house where V. was written

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A Genius Among US – For A While

By Donn Fry

Thomas Pynchon is a slippery character. For nearly 30 years, he has maintained a life so private that even that other fabled literary recluse, J.D. Salinger, seems positively gregarious.


Although Pynchon is now 52, only two photographs of him have ever been published – one from his high-school yearbook, the other taken a few years later. The trail of the elusive author turned cold in 1963, not long after he left, of all places, Seattle.

I was surprised to learn recently that Pynchon had lived here in the early ’60s; indeed, city directories from those years say that a Thomas R. Pynchon (“Pyncheon” in one listing) lived at 4709 1/2 Ninth Ave. N.E., in the University District.

Today, that apartment at the back end of a larger home is a squalid, uninhabited wreck, closed by the city until a host of “inadequacies” – from ventilation and sanitation to the electrical system and heating – is remedied.

But do you suppose that the ratty purple-velveteen couch, now a sodden heap in the front room, is the very spot where Pynchon dreamed up the baroque complexities of his first novel, “V.”? He was writing it during his Seattle years, and it was published not long after he left. I first discovered that wonderful book in 1965, when I was a Peace Corps volunteer living in Tanzania; the extravagant adventures of Benny Profane, Herbert Stencil and the unforgettable Pig Bodine enlivened many a long African night. I didn’t want “V.” to end.

Back in this country in 1967, I remember sending a copy of Pynchon’s second novel, “The Crying of Lot 49,” to a girlfriend still in Tanzania. “If you want to know what’s really going on in America today,” I declared in a letter, “this is the book to read.” The novel drew upon every ounce of pop-culture energy in the late ’60s; but Pynchon himself had disappeared into the era’s frenzied maw, reportedly to a peripatetic life among friends, traveling incognito.

Actually, a fair amount is known about Pynchon’s early years: His birth in 1937 in Glen Cove, Long Island, to a Republican family whose American history stretches back to the Massachusetts Bay Colony; his graduation, at barely 16, from Oyster Bay (N.Y.) High School, the class salutatorian; his study – interrupted by two years in the Navy – at Cornell (B.A., 1959), where he excelled in everything from physics to English; even his close college friendship with Richard Farina, the folk singer and writer who was killed in a motorcycle accident not long after marrying Joan Baez’s sister, Mimi.

The 22-year-old Pynchon was already writing “V.” when he accepted a job as a technical writer for Boeing and moved to Seattle. He worked there from Feb. 22, 1960, to Sept. 13, 1962, and a few former employees have vivid memories of a young man whose brilliance was matched by an eccentricity that was rare within Boeing’s strait-laced confines.

“He was a very self-contained individual, and he didn’t associate much with his fellow workers,” recalled Boeing retiree Walter Bailey, who worked in the same section and who developed a fleeting friendship after Pynchon responded to a literary allusion Bailey used in a memo: “He was taken aback. He seemed surprised that anyone in the office would know anything like that.”

Bailey confirmed another story I had heard: Pynchon would sometimes avoid the office hubbub by covering his desk – and himself – with a huge sheet of paper used for technical drawings. Apparently it was an effort to concentrate.

Kenneth Calkins, once a writer for Boeing magazine, remembers a tall young man with jeans, long hair and a “kind of Wyatt Earp-type handlebar mustache.” He met Pynchon after complimenting him on an article he had written for another Boeing publication.

“He did a story on the soldering of electronic circuitry, which I have absolutely no interest in,” Calkins recalled. “But I thought, my gosh, how can a guy make a story about this so interesting?”

Pynchon was just practicing, I suspect – taking a break from “V.” and warming up for “Gravity’s Rainbow.”

Posted March 23, 2015 by Nadar in Thomas Pynchon

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Tom’s Seattle: 4212 Pasadena Place N.E., Seattle 5, Wash.   1 comment

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Tom’s Seattle

4212 Pasadena Place N.E., Seattle 5, Wash. (Oct/Nov 1960: received mail and may have lived here)


Posted March 21, 2015 by Nadar in Thomas Pynchon

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Tom’s Seattle: 4754 22nd [Ave.] N.E., Seattle 5, Wash.   2 comments

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Tom’s Seattle

4754 22nd [Ave.] N.E., Seattle 5, Wash. (received mail and may have lived here)

4754 22ND AVE NE 98105, built 1959

Posted March 21, 2015 by Nadar in Thomas Pynchon

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The Boeing Company   Leave a comment

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The Boeing Company

(1960-1962) Pynchon had spent Feb. 22, 1960, to Sept. 13, 1962 working for Boeing on the BOMARC and Minuteman missile projects. Colleagues recall Pynchon as long-haired, mustachioed and distinguished for meticulous and tireless research. Pynchon wrote most extensively on the “BOMARC” winged surface-to-air missile. He also wrote on the Minuteman inter-continental ballistic missile or ICBM.

The Boeing Company, P.O. Box 3822-UPR, Seattle 24, Wash.
[7755 E. Marginal Way, Seattle, Wash]


Posted March 20, 2015 by Nadar in Thomas Pynchon

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Spooky organ music @ St. Mark’s Cathedral   Leave a comment

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Spooky organ music @ St. Mark’s Cathedral, early 1960s

St. Mark’s Cathedral, 1245 10th Avenue E, Capitol Hill, Seattle, WA

One night David S. snuck Tom and a few friends into St. Mark’s Cathedral because he wanted to play the organ.  This clandestine affair in the dark was Tom’s opportunity to play spooky organ music in a deserted cathedral.



Posted March 8, 2015 by Nadar in Thomas Pynchon

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