No. 118 (essentialsaltes) wrote,
No. 118

Inherent Vice, by Thomas Pynchon

The important thing about noir is the ride, not the mystery. Seriously, if you're reading (or watching) The Big Sleep in order to find out Whodunnit, you're making a mistake (and you will go insane). You can bet (and you'd be right) that the mystery Pynchon's noir set in Nixon-era Los Angeles with a pot-smoking hippie detective is not going to make a lick of sense. Some of the journey doesn't make sense either, but at least it's a fun ride. Also interesting that the PI's office is in the South Bay, so a lot of the local geography in the book is familiar territory. Apparently, Pynchon lived in Manhattan Beach for a few years around that same time, so it all definitely has the ring of authenticity.
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