Thursday, July 16, 2009

Pynchon Turns to Crime

Thomas Pynchon, best known for writing such brain-bending novels as V (1963), The Crying of Lot 49 (1966), Gravity’s Rainbow (1973), Vineland (1990), Mason & Dixon (1997), and Against the Day (2006), has now moved into the crime-fiction field.

Inherent Vice, to be released next month by Penguin, sounds like a real treat. The publisher describes it as
Part noir, part psychedelic romp, all Thomas Pynchon--private eye Doc Sportello comes, occasionally, out of a marijuana haze to watch the end of an era as free love slips away and paranoia creeps in with the L.A. fog. It s been awhile since Doc Sportello has seen his ex-girlfriend. Suddenly out of nowhere she shows up with a story about a plot to kidnap a billionaire land developer whom she just happens to be in love with. Easy for her to say. It’s the tail end of the psychedelic sixties in L.A., and Doc knows that love is another of those words going around at the moment, like trip or groovy, except that this one usually leads to trouble. Despite which he soon finds himself drawn into a bizarre tangle of motives and passions whose cast of characters includes surfers, hustlers, dopers and rockers, a murderous loan shark, a tenor sax player working undercover, an ex-con with a swastika tattoo and a fondness for Ethel Merman, and a mysterious entity known as the Golden Fang, which may only be a tax dodge set up by some dentists.
Any book with ex-con Merman fans can’t be all bad.

READ MORE:Soft-Boiled: Pynchon’s Stoned Detective,” by Louis Menand (The New Yorker).

3 comments:

Jersey Jack said...

Having spent $26 for Against the Day, and given up after six garbled pages, I will try this new one only from the library.

RJR said...

The last I read a P.I. book by a literary writer it was Dreaming of baylon by Richard Brautigan. It was awful, The P.I. spent the entire book looking for bullets for his gun.

I pass.

RJR

Max Allan Collins said...

Typical nonsense from a literary type who has contempt for a form he doesn't understand.

Uh, Pynchon..not Randisi...