
V., Thomas Pynchon. Bantam Books, third printing (1964). No cover artist credited. 463 pages.
Although artist James Bama is not credited, you can see his signature on the right side of the cover, just above the horizon.
I reread V. a few years back, concluding my piece with,
The grist, grit, and horror of the big postwar world will cling to the present. Nobody's stepping down from heaven, or Heaven, and there are no magic words—but there is a kind of love, a loving with your mouth shut, a kind of radical, earnest, transcendent love that Pynchon evokes, soils, and sanctifies here.
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