NORMAN MAILER THE PRISONER OF SEX HARPER’S MAGAZINE MARCH 1971: 41-92
Near the end of the Year-of-the-Polymorphous-Perverse (which is to say in the fall of ‘69) there were rumors he would win the Nobel. Then a perfect flurry. An inquiry from the New York office of UPI. Would he cooperate to the extent of keeping them right up on his whereabouts for the next full day? “Find out why,” he said. His secretary had not been working for him long, and they were still unattuned to each other’s taste. “Yes, I’ll tell him,” she murmured into the phone, and looked up with eyes so rich in admiration she could have been confronting the Honorable Ex-Supreme Court Justice Arthur J. Goldberg. “The word from Stockholm is that you’re going to get the Nobel Prize.”