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. 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...
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'often very funny…may be his most readable novel. Remarkably, it features both a sympathetic protagonist and a recognisable plot, albeit one that is as impossible to summarise as any other Pynchon shaggy dog tale' - The Observer, Sarah Churchwell
‘Pynchon’s unique blend of wackiness and wistfulness permeates every page. He uses words as carefully as Nabokov. Inherent Vice works brilliantly as both a neon-lit neo-noir and as a psychedelic lament to the Sixties.’ - Sunday Telegraph, Mark Sanderson
‘One of America’s most wilful and obscure writers has produced the most enjoyable beach read of the summer.’ - Saturday Telegraph, Tim Martin
‘handled with an affable, zonked-out yet penetrating prose, [it] is as much fun to read as anything you will come across this summer.’ - London Evening Standard, Nicholas Lezard
‘full of superb dialogue and lovely descriptive passages’ - Sunday Times, John Dugdale
‘by far [Pynchon’s] most accessible novel since The Crying of Lot 49, and at least as funny as his zany behemoth Against the Day…this is a loveable, kooky version of noir detective fiction, but with the shadows of genuine darkness at its edges… Inherent Vice is Pynchon on an idiosyncratic frolic, and what a joy it is. He is the only truly Dickensian talent of our time.’ - Scotland on Sunday, Stuart Kelly
‘true believers will be relieved to note, however, that despite its concessions to readability and fun, Inherent Vice has all the trademark Pynchon silliness…beneath all this mayhem and fun, however, Inherent Vice is a serious, even brooding, book’ - The Times, Aravind Adiga
‘a bright, breezy, funny page-turner…Best of all, however, is the way Pynchon maps the psycho-geography and shifting socio-political sands of America at the time’ - Metro, Alan Chadwick
'characteristically hilarious and thought-provoking' --London Review of Books
Shorter and easier to read than any of Pynchon's previous novels...characteristically hilarious and thought-provoking' --The London Review Of Books
"Tremendously enjoyable" --Catholic Herald
the pioneering work in a genre you'd have to call psychedelic Noir ...Who writes sentences as beautiful as Pynchon?' --Daily Mail
'phantasmagorical' --Seven Magazine in Sunday Telegraph
`Thomas Pynchon...blended Chandler-esque noir with pastoral comedy' --Independent
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