Inherent Vice

So you're walking around and the sky is magenta blue and woah: your groovy druggy ex-girlfriend, Shasta, has gone missing. Yep, her and her real estate mogul, Jewish, neo-Nazi loving hubby Mickey Wolfmann have gone missing. Shit. And Big Foot and the Golden Fang are after you. And Doc, the sax player is dead or maybe-not-dead, who knows. Oh, and you smoke 20, 30, maybe 40 joints of the good stuff every day: Panamanian Red, Acapulco Gold, and so on, making you so, so jumpy and yet that's not always such a bad thing, is it?

Such is Pynchon's latest: a neo-noir masterwork which more or less exists in that zany geo-maginative place where Tim Leary's brain reaches out and grabs the tendrils of both Cheech Marin's brain and Philip Marlowe's brainstems. Fun, cerebral, and funny, Inherent Vice is without a doubt Pynchon at his most accessible and most hilarious.

Read it, or, even better, listen to the brilliant audiobook version (available for rent at the store).

AND CHECK THIS AWESOME YOUTUBE VID ON INHERENT VICE: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RjWKPdDk0_U

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