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Thomas Pynchon seems to be a fan of pinball. This is from Vineland:
Downtown, in the Greyhound station, Zoyd put Prairie on top of a pinball machine with a psychedelic motif, called Hip Trip, and was able to keep winning free games till the Vineland bus got in from L.A. This baby was a great fan of the game, liked to lie face down on the glass, kick her feet, and squeal at the full sensuous effect, especially when bumbers got into prolonged cycling or when her father got manic with the flippers, plus the gongs and lights and colors always going off. "Enjoy it while you can," he muttered at his innocent child, "while you're light enough for that glass to hold you."
I remember reading a passage in V about a girl playing pinball, decribing what a physical game it is, almost sexual, the way you manipulate the machine with your hip area, but I can't find that right now.
A google for pynchon + pinball reveals that there are passages about pinball in Gravity's Rainbow as well, but I haven't read that one.
Anyway, I used to love pinball games, I believe it all began when we were on holiday in Mallorca in 1978.
Those were stricty mechanical monsters, of course, but I've liked some of the newer, fancier ones as well.
Star Wars and Addams Family were good ones, I think there was a Terminator one at about the same time.
I've only had one occasion to try the massive Harley Davidson machine, but sadly it wasn't fully functional then as I recall.
The oldest one I recall playing at the moment was a Rolling Stone one.
I never was very systematic, my strategy was just to keep the ball in play and hope for things to happen, barely keeping an eye on whatever arrows or lights were flashing at the time.
Funny how some of the balls seemed cursed, while others gave you hordes of points, and it seemed like you could play them forever. |
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