Pynchon mention...

...somebody brings to my attention, in Neil Gaiman's _American Gods_:

"In the hospital bed his mother was dying again, as she'd died when he was
sixteen, and, yes, here he was, a large, clumsy sixteen-year-old with acne
pocking his cream-and-coffee skin sitting at her bedside, unable to look at
her, reading a thick paperback book. Shadow wondered what the book was, and
he walked around the hospital bed to inspect it more closely. He stood
between the bedand the chair looking from the one to the other, the big boy
hunched into his chair, his nose buried in _Gravity's Rainbow_, trying to
escape from his mother's death into London during the blitz, the fictional
madness of the book no escape and no excuse."

from:
_American Gods_ by Neil Gaiman, p.473, HarperTorch paperback edition, May 2002