Back in August, A Cappella Books hosted a little coming out
party for Thomas Pynchon’s latest book, Inherent
Vice. I didn’t make it to the late night festivities, but I did stop by and
pick up a copy of the book. It took me almost three months to read it (no
reflection of the book), but I did finish it.
As a Pynchon fan, who likes most of his writings, Inherent Vice, a crime noir set in the
seedy section of LA called Gordita Beach
in the late 60s, is solid Pynchon. The book is certainly a worthy addition to
my dream of a Thomas Pynchon book club, along with my other Pynchon favorites Gravity’s Rainbow, The Crying of Lot 49 and Against the Day.
The main character of Inherent
Vice, Larry “Doc” Sportello, is a perennially stoned private investigator
who at the request of his ex-girlfriend looks into the disappearance of a
millionaire real estate mogul. Doc isn’t a gumshoe; he’s a “gumsandal” and
hardly a tough guy but a persistent one and somewhat fearless since his
faculties for making good decisions are often impaired.
“Pot jokes” are usually as lame as “fart jokes,” but the
marijuana and drugs in Inherent Vice
is really tertiary. It’s a fun book that playfully satirizes the detective
story and is suitable for those (like me) who rarely read that genre. There are many cultural references: TV and
movies (Godzilla’s Island), beach
music (see the playlist) and of course, California
traffic patterns (“The kindest thing anybody ever called the parking lot in Gordita
Beach was nonlinear.”) The book is peppered with those hip Pynchon
one-liners as well (“Her hair was styled by someone who was trying to give up
smoking.”) that I can easily drop into my own vernacular.