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Thomas Ruggles Pynchon Junior, né le 8 mai 1937 à Glen Cove dans l'État de New York, est un écrivain américain connu pour ses œuvres mêlant absurde et érudition.

Originaire de Long Island, il commença des études d'ingénieur à l'université Cornell mais arrêta à la fin de sa deuxième année pour rejoindre l'US Navy dans laquelle il passa deux ans. Il retourna à Cornell en 1957 pour suivre des études de lettres.

Après la publication de quelques nouvelles à la fin des années 1950 et au début des années 1960, il a publié huit romans durant les cinq décennies suivantes qui l'ont rapidement classé parmi les écrivains contemporains les plus commentés : V. , Vente à la criée du lot 49 , L'Arc-en-ciel de la gravité , Vineland , Mason & Dixon , Contre-jour , Vice caché et Fonds perdus . Pynchon est aussi connu pour son refus de toute apparition publique : depuis les années 1950, très peu de photographies de son visage ont été publiées, ce qui a alimenté de nombreuses rumeurs, allant jusqu'à remettre en cause la réalité de son identité. Pynchon est ainsi surnommé « l'écrivain anonyme ».

En 1997, peu après la publication de Mason & Dixon, il fut traqué et filmé par CNN. Irrité par cette invasion de sa vie privée, il accepta de donner une interview en échange de la non-diffusion de ces photographies.

Lorsqu'on l'interrogea sur sa nature recluse, il répondit : « Je crois que reclus est un mot de code utilisé par les journalistes et qui signifie qui n'aime pas parler aux reporters ».

Le critique littéraire Harold Bloom a cité Thomas Pynchon comme un des plus grands romanciers américains de son temps, de pair avec Don DeLillo, Philip Roth et Cormac McCarthy. Wikipedia  

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Thomas Pynchon: Citations en anglais

“At this rate, Tamara's gonna get here before tonight”

Thomas Pynchon livre L'Arc-en-ciel de la gravité

Gravity's Rainbow (1973)
Contexte: "You." A finger the size of a corncob, an inch from Slothrop's nose.
...
"Look," Slothrop's friend producing a kraft-paper envelope that even in the gloom Slothrop can tell is fat with American Army yellow-seal scrip, "I want you to hold this for me, till I ask for it back. It looks like Italo is going to get here before Tamara, and I'm not sure which one"
"At this rate, Tamara's gonna get here before tonight," Slothrop interjects in a Groucho Marx voice.
"Don't try to undermine my confidence in you," advises the Large One. "You're the man."

“Behind the hieroglyphic streets there would either be a transcendent meaning, or only the earth.”

Thomas Pynchon livre The Crying of Lot 49

Source: The Crying of Lot 49 (1966), Chapter 6
Contexte: Who knew? Perhaps she'd be hounded someday as far as joining Tristero itself, if it existed, in its twilight, its aloofness, its waiting. The waiting above all; if not for another set of possibilities to replace those that had conditioned the land to accept any San Narciso among its most tender flesh without a reflex or cry, then at least, at very least, waiting for a symmetry of choices to break down, to go skew. She had heard all about excluded middles; they were bad shit, to be avoided; and how had it ever happened here, with the chances once so good for diversity? For it was now like walking among matrices of a great digital computer, the zeroes and ones twinned above, hanging like balanced mobiles right and left, ahead, thick, maybe endless. Behind the hieroglyphic streets there would either be a transcendent meaning, or only the earth. In the songs Miles, Dean, Serge and Leonard sang was either some fraction of the truth's numinous beauty (as Mucho now believed) or only a power spectrum. <!-- p. 150

“So much has to be left behind now, so quickly.”

Thomas Pynchon livre L'Arc-en-ciel de la gravité

Gravity's Rainbow (1973)
Contexte: This ascent will be betrayed to Gravity. But the Rocket engine, the deep cry of combustion that jars the soul, promises escape. The victim, in bondage to falling, rises on a promise, a prophecy, of Escape....
Moving now toward the kind of light where at last the apple is apple-colored. The knife cuts through the apple like a knife cutting an apple. Everything is where it is, no clearer than usual, but certainly more present. So much has to be left behind now, so quickly.

“There'd been no escape. What did she so desire to escape from?”

Thomas Pynchon livre The Crying of Lot 49

Source: The Crying of Lot 49 (1966), Chapter 1
Contexte: There'd been no escape. What did she so desire to escape from? Such a captive maiden, having plenty of time to think, soon realizes that her tower, its height and architecture, are like her ego only incidental: and what really keeps her where she is is magic, anonymous and malignant, visited upon her from outside and for no reason at all. Having no apparatus except gut fear and female cunning to examine this formless magic, to understand how it works, how to measure its field strength, count its lines of force, she may fall back on superstition, or take up a useful hobby like embroidery, or go mad, or marry a disc jockey. If the tower is everywhere and the knight of deliverance no proof against its magic, what else?

“Perhaps history this century, thought Eigenvalue, is rippled with gathers in its fabric such that if we are situated, as Stencil seemed to be, at the bottom of a fold, it's impossible to determine warp, woof, or pattern anywhere else.”

Thomas Pynchon livre V.

Source: V. (1963), Chapter Seven, Part I
Contexte: Perhaps history this century, thought Eigenvalue, is rippled with gathers in its fabric such that if we are situated, as Stencil seemed to be, at the bottom of a fold, it's impossible to determine warp, woof, or pattern anywhere else. By virtue, however, of existing in one gather it is assumed there are others, compartmented off into sinuous cycles each of which had come to assume greater importance than the weave itself and destroy any continuity. Thus it is that we are charmed by the funny-looking automobiles of the '30's, the curious fashions of the '20's, the particular moral habits of our grandparents. We produce and attend musical comedies about them and are conned into a false memory, a phony nostalgia about what they were. We are accordingly lost to any sense of continuous tradition. Perhaps if we lived on a crest, things would be different. We could at least see.

“Why should things be easy to understand?”

Pynchon's response to Jules Siegel about the complexity of V, as quoted in "Who Is Thomas Pynchon... And Why Did He Take Off With My Wife?", Playboy (March 1977)

“A screaming comes across the sky. It has happened before, but there is nothing to compare it to now.”

Thomas Pynchon livre L'Arc-en-ciel de la gravité

First lines
Source: Gravity's Rainbow (1973)

“Shall I project a world?”

Thomas Pynchon livre The Crying of Lot 49

Source: The Crying of Lot 49

“Through the machineries of greed, pettiness, and the abuse of power, love occurs.”

Thomas Pynchon livre L'Arc-en-ciel de la gravité

Source: Gravity's Rainbow

“You may never get to touch the Master, but you can tickle his creatures.”

Thomas Pynchon livre L'Arc-en-ciel de la gravité

Source: Gravity's Rainbow

“There is nothing so loathsome as a sentimental surrealist.”

Thomas Pynchon livre L'Arc-en-ciel de la gravité

Source: Gravity's Rainbow

“Danger's over, Banana Breakfast is saved.”

Thomas Pynchon livre L'Arc-en-ciel de la gravité

Source: Gravity's Rainbow

“Despair came over her, as it will when nobody around has any sexual relevance to you.”

Thomas Pynchon livre The Crying of Lot 49

Source: The Crying of Lot 49

“Let the peace of this day be here tomorrow when I wake up.”

Thomas Pynchon livre L'Arc-en-ciel de la gravité

Source: Gravity's Rainbow

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