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Title: Inherent Vice
Author: Thomas Pynchon
ISBN: 9780143117568
Publisher: Penguin Books
Published: 2010
Binding: Paperback
Language: English
Edition: Reprint
Number of Pages: 384
Condition Note: New from the publisher
Publisher Description: The New York Times bestseller - Named a best book of the year by the Washington Post, Chicago Tribune, San Francisco Chronicle, and Los Angeles Times "The funniest book Pynchon has written." --Rolling Stones "Entertainment of a high order." --Time Magazine
Part noir, part psychedelic romp, all Thomas Pynchon--private eye Doc Sportello surfaces, occasionally, out of a marijuana haze to watch the end of an era.
It's been a while 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. It's the tail end of the psychedelic sixties in L.A., and Doc knows that "love" is another one of those words going around at the moment, like "trip" or "groovy," except that this one usually leads to trouble. In this lively yarn, Thomas Pynchon, working in an unaccustomed genre, provides a classic illustration of the principle that if you can remember the sixties, you weren't there . . . or . . . if you were there, then you . . . or, wait, is it . . .
Author: Thomas Pynchon
ISBN: 9780143117568
Publisher: Penguin Books
Published: 2010
Binding: Paperback
Language: English
Edition: Reprint
Number of Pages: 384
Condition Note: New from the publisher
Publisher Description: The New York Times bestseller - Named a best book of the year by the Washington Post, Chicago Tribune, San Francisco Chronicle, and Los Angeles Times "The funniest book Pynchon has written." --Rolling Stones "Entertainment of a high order." --Time Magazine
Part noir, part psychedelic romp, all Thomas Pynchon--private eye Doc Sportello surfaces, occasionally, out of a marijuana haze to watch the end of an era.
It's been a while 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. It's the tail end of the psychedelic sixties in L.A., and Doc knows that "love" is another one of those words going around at the moment, like "trip" or "groovy," except that this one usually leads to trouble. In this lively yarn, Thomas Pynchon, working in an unaccustomed genre, provides a classic illustration of the principle that if you can remember the sixties, you weren't there . . . or . . . if you were there, then you . . . or, wait, is it . . .
