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.
Biblioklept 
This novel blew my hat off and made it twirl in the sky. I read it about 25 years ago, and I remember thinking, You can do THIS in a novel??? It’s a wonder. I listened to the audiobook several months ago and was glad to revisit its world.
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