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to be a public figure. His work speaks for him, so why can't it end there? That's the point of the books - for people to read them and draw their own conclusions from them. To want to know about the author's private life is, I think, not part of the deal.
All these years, Pynchon's managed to make it work for him. Same as J. D. Salinger (with one regrettable lapse). I think it's great.
When you find yourself suddenly the recipient of letters from people who demand things from you because they read what you wrote, that's a startling and unpleasant experience. Not that all these people have malicious motivations, but it's frightening what they think they're entitled to, and it is not anything any author anticipates when he or she simply plies the art and writes a book.
There are more weird people out there than you can imagine .............................
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