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Artists’ Others: Thomas Pynchon’s Vineland

Haddon Heights, NJ, where I grew up, had a non-ironic thing for the ’70s. A dry town; Schlitz in the park. Cheerleaders in letterman jackets hanging out the windows of Camaros on the way to all-night diners. Cops and kids knew each other by their first names and called each other by their last names. […]