Re: publishing news

Malcolm Lawrence (malcolm@wolfenet.com)
Mon, 16 Mar 1998 22:58:44 -0800

Tim O'Connor wrote:

> Maynard's book is still scheduled for the winter of 1999, though many
> observers doubt that she will be quoting from his letters to her, and will
> therefore be less likely to find herself blocked by an adverse court ruling.

Interesting post, tim. In light of my previous comments about the Pynchon
letters I think I'll just post it because it's pretty apropos to your post.

Malcolm

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http://www.salonmagazine.com/media/1998/03/10media.html

                        The crying over Lot 49
                        ______________of Thomas Pynchon's letters

                                                        BY MAKING HER
                                                        COLLECTION OF THE
                                                        RECLUSIVE
                                                        AUTHOR'S
                                                        CORRESPONDENCE
                                                        PUBLIC, AN AGENT
                                                        HAS BECOME THE
                                                        LINDA TRIPP OF THE
                                                        LITERARY WORLD.


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                        BY DWIGHT GARNER| The story of Thomas
                        Pynchon's initial disappearance has been told so
                        often that it has passed into legend. The year was
                        1963; the place was Mexico City. Time magazine
                        dispatched a photographer to bring back an image of
                        the 26-year-old author of a promising first novel
                        called "V." The problem was, Pynchon didn't want
                        his picture snapped -- he reportedly felt his buck
                        teeth made him look like Bugs Bunny. So he
                        climbed aboard a bus and vanished into the hills,
                        where his furtive manner and wildly overgrown
                        mustache led the locals to dub him "Pancho Villa."

                        One story that's never been told -- until last week,
                        anyway -- is how Pynchon was courted (and nearly
                        seduced) by another national glossy, Esquire, during
                        the late '60s or early '70s. The magazine needed a
                        film critic; Pynchon thought he might be the man for
                        the job. "I can be crisp, succinct, iconoclastic,
                        noncoterie, nonprogrammatic ... also curmudgeonly,
                        insulting, bigoted, psychotic and nitpicking," he
                        wrote in a letter to his agent. "A boy scout's decade
                        of virtues." Pynchon and Ebert! No one really
                        knows why Esquire didn't give Pynchon the thumbs
                        up, but you can bet that they're still kicking
                        themselves about it. ("The door is always open,"
                        Esquire's new editor, David Granger, told Salon last
                        week. "We already have a very fine film critic in
                        David Thomson, but we're always looking for great
                        writers. And Thomas Pynchon can certainly write.")

                        The Pynchon-Esquire connection is just one of the
                        revelations contained in a series of letters, more than
                        120 in all, that the famously reclusive author wrote
                        to his former agent, Candida Donadio, between
                        1963 and 1982. The content of those letters became
                        public last week, almost certainly against Pynchon's
                        will, when the New York Times published a wide
                        selection of excerpts from them. They depict a
                        young author veering -- as young authors are wont
                        to do -- between braggadocio and deep uncertainty.
                        "If they come out on paper anything like they are
                        inside my head," Pynchon writes about four
                        novels-in-progress in a 1964 letter, "then it will be
                        the literary event of the millennium." At other
                        moments, according to the Times, Pynchon
                        wondered whether he should give up writing and
                        seek another avenue of expression.

                        The letters also display flashes of Pynchon's
                        baroque wit. When "Who's Who" asked him to
                        supply a biographical note, the Times writes,
                        Pynchon debated replying that his parents were
                        named Irving Pynchon and Guadalupe Ibarguengotia
                        and that he was "named Exotic Dancers Man of the
                        Year in 1957" and "regional coordinator for the
                        March of Edsel Owners on Washington (MEOW) in
                        1961." And they certainly evidence Pynchon's
                        obsession with secrecy: When word arrived that
                        writer Dick Schaap was working on a piece about
                        him, Pynchon observed that the story would almost
                        certainly be riddled with "lies, calumnies and
                        all-around knavish disregard for my privacy." When
                        it did appear, Schaap's piece made Pynchon feel
                        "sick, almost homicidal."

                        If Schaap's intrusions drove Pynchon to homicidal
                        distraction, how is the Oz of American letters coping
                        with the publication of these revealing new letters?
                        He's not saying, of course. But the author's lawyer,
                        Jeremy Nussbaum, told Salon that Pynchon is "very
                        concerned and quite distressed."

                        Last week's Times piece sent a series of shock
                        waves through the publishing and academic worlds.
                        The first reason for this was simple: Biographical
                        information about Pynchon is remarkably scarce,
                        and these letters are likely to be a treasure trove for
                        scholars. The other reason, however, was
                        astonishment at the level of betrayal involved in the
                        letters ever becoming public at all. Pynchon's
                        correspondence surfaced after his former agent (and
                        former friend) Donadio sold them in 1984, for
                        $45,000, to a collector named Carter Burden. After
                        Burden's death two years ago, his family donated his
                        expansive literary collection -- including Pynchon's
                        letters -- to New York's Pierpont Morgan Library.
                        The library made them available to the Times, and
                        plans to allow scholars access to them beginning this
                        fall.

  What's shocking to publishing insiders is that an
                        agent would betray a writer's confidence by selling
                        his or her letters to a third party. "I was stunned
                        when I heard this," said one well-known New York
                        literary agent, who asked to remain anonymous.
                        "I've never heard of an agent doing something like
                        this, particularly with the letters of a living writer.
                        Every agent I know has priceless letters like these
                        from their authors, and they would never dream of
                        selling them."

                        One likely scenario is that the now-elderly Donadio,
                        a well-known figure in the publishing world whose
                        clients have included Robert Stone, simply needed
                        the money. Another, however, is that she wished to
                        extract a measure of revenge on Pynchon. Indeed,
                        one of his final 1984 letters to her reads, "As of this
                        date, you are no longer authorized to represent me
                        or my work." It is signed, "Cordially, Thomas
                        Pynchon." Regardless of her motives, Donadio has
                        quickly become the Linda Tripp of the publishing
                        set, guilty of very bad manners if not apparent
                        illegality.

                        As it happens, the Pynchon-Donadio letters aren't
                        the first time that Pynchon's correspondence -- and
                        in some cases, his alleged correspondence -- has
                        sparked controversy. According to John M. Krafft, a
                        Pynchon scholar who edits a newsletter called
                        Pynchon Notes, there are already some of the
                        author's bootlegged letters on the market. In 1990, a
                        tiny press called Blown Litter published a selection
                        of letters Pynchon had written to one of his editors,
                        Corlies M. Smith. (The letters were stolen from
                        Smith's files.) The book was titled "Of a Fond
                        Ghoul," and according to Krafft, only 50 copies
                        were printed.

                        Like many other Pynchon scholars, who are
                        deferential to their idol, Krafft hasn't sought out a
                        copy of "Of a Fond Ghoul" -- primarily, he says,
                        because Pynchon wouldn't want him to. "I won't
                        say I'm not curious about them," Krafft says. "But I
                        respect Pynchon's desire for privacy. My interest is
                        primarily in the material that Pynchon wants his
                        readers to see."

                        More mysterious, to Pynchon scholars at any rate,
                        are a bushel of letters sent in the mid-1980s to the
                        Anderson Valley Advertiser, a small, hell-raising
                        Northern California newspaper, by a woman named
                        Wanda Tinasky. These cranky and wildly cerebral
                        letters are believed by many to be Pynchon's own
                        work. (He was almost certainly living in Northern
                        California at the time, laboring on his 1990 novel
                        "Vineland.") According to Scott McLemee's 1995
                        piece about the Tinasky letters in Lingua Franca, it
                        wasn't until a selection of these letters was about to
                        go to press that Pynchon, through his agent, finally
                        denied authorship.

                        Many in the Pynchon community, however,
                        continue to believe that the Tinasky letters do indeed
                        bear Pynchon's idiosyncratic stamp. Some of them,
                        in fact, are hoping that the release of the
                        Pynchon-Donadio letters will finally confirm their
                        hunch. Among these scholars is a secretive female
                        writer who works under the nom de plume TR
                        Factor; she edited a 1995 volume titled "The Letters
                        of Wanda Tinasky" (Vers Libre Press). "Do I think
                        the new Pynchon letters will have any impact on the
                        Tinasky letters? Absolutely!" Factor told Salon via
                        e-mail.

                        After scanning the excerpts in the Times, Factor is
                        quick to single out similarities between the Tinasky
                        missives and the letters to Donadio. "Wanda was an
                        avid moviegoer," Factor notes, referring to
                        Pynchon's dreams of writing film criticism for
                        Esquire. Factor was also intrigued to learn, in the
                        new Pynchon letters, that Pynchon had once sought
                        a pre-publication blurb from Saul Bellow. According
                        to the Times, Bellow's response was succinct: "Read
                        it? Sure. Tout it? I doubt it." "That may explain,"
                        Factor says, "Wanda's referring to Bellow as 'that
                        old Chicago hebe who got the Nobel Prize for
                        literature.'"

                        While these bits may not be particularly persuasive,
                        Factor hopes that a review of the full texts of
                        Pynchon's letters will prove the issue beyond doubt.
                        To this end, Factor hopes to engage the services of
                        Vassar Professor Donald Foster, the noted literary
                        attributionist who outed Joe Klein as the author of
                        "Primary Colors."

                        Whether or not Factor and other Pynchon fans will
                        have the chance to examine the new letters directly
                        remains in some doubt. According to the Morgan
                        Library's communications director, Glory Jones -- a
                        Pynchonian name if there ever was one -- scholars
                        will be able to view the letters only after submitting a

                        written request along with a letter of
                        recommendation, and only under the watchful eyes
                        of two librarians.

                        Nussbaum, Pynchon's lawyer, says he plans to meet
                        with representatives of the library this week to see if
                        the letters can be kept private. "There is a copyright
                        issue here," Nussbaum said. "These letters cannot
                        be reproduced or displayed." According to
                        Nussbaum, Pynchon was aware that the Times was
                        preparing to publish selections from letters. "Mr.
                        Pynchon is a believer in the First Amendment," he
                        said, "and he would not have tried to enjoin the
                        Times from publishing those excerpts. What the
                        Times did was, legally, within the bounds of fair
                        use. What we're dealing with now is what's going to
                        happen over the long haul."

                        Many Pynchon scholars find themselves on the
                        fence about the whole Pynchon-Donadio affair. "I'd
                        be lying if I said I wasn't interested in these
letters,"
                        says Clifford Mead, the author of "Thomas
                        Pynchon: A Bibliography of Primary and Secondary
                        Material" (Dalkey Archive), which is regarded as the
                        definitive Pynchon bibliography. "But I do respect
                        his privacy, and I have no interest in being one of
                        those scholars who treat him the way paparazzi treat
                        other celebrities." Adds another Pynchon expert,
                        Stephen Tomaske: "From everything I know about
                        Thomas Pynchon, he seems like a nice guy,
                        someone with above-average decency. Can't we just
                        leave him alone?"
                        SALON | March 10, 1998