Inherent Vice: A Novel

Inherent Vice: A Novel

Thomas Pynchon

Language: English

Pages: 384

ISBN: 0143117564

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

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

In this lively yarn, Thomas Pynchon, working in an unaccustomed genre that is at once exciting and accessible, provides a classic illustration of the principle that if you can remember the sixties, you weren't there.

It's been a while since Doc Sportello has seen his ex- girlfriend. Suddenly 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 of those words going around at the moment, like "trip" or "groovy," except that this one usually leads to trouble. Undeniably one of the most influential writers at work today, Pynchon has penned another unforgettable book.

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out and Penny said, “I think we’re done here. On behalf of the DA’s office, Mr. Sportello, thank you so much for your cooperation.” “And thank you, Miss Kimball, for not thanking me while the tape was on. And Miss Frothingham, may I add, that skirt length on you today is especially attractive.” Rhus screamed and picking up a galvanized trash can prepared to throw it at Doc’s head, but Penny intervened and coaxed her out the door. Just before she disappeared herself, she looked back at

London WC2R 0RL, England This edition published in 2012 by The Penguin Press, a member of Penguin Group (USA) Inc. Copyright © Thomas Pynchon, 2009 All rights reserved Originally published by The Penguin Press, 2009 Publisher’s Note This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is

name of Golden Fang, she was to prove of use to anti-Communist projects in Guatemala, West Africa, Indonesia, and other places whose names were blanked out. She often took on as cargo abducted local “troublemakers,” who were never seen again. The phrase “deep interrogation” kept coming up. She ran CIA heroin from the Golden Triangle. She monitored radio traffic off unfriendly coastlines and forwarded it to agencies in Washington, D.C. She brought weapons in to anti-Communist guerrillas, including

shouldn’t have.” She nodded to herself for a while. Finally, “Well . . . yep, that’s how Boris has it figured, too.” “Who?” “Another member of Mickey’s muscle patrol. They’ve all dropped out of sight, but last night Boris called me late. We have some history. To look at him, he’s nobody you’d want to get agitated, but I can tell you, right now he’s scared shitless.” “What of?” “He wouldn’t say.” “Think he’d talk to me?” “Worth a try.” “There’s the phone.”

worried.” “Well, that’s weird.” Had she made some kind of a deal too? “We could walk up there if you want,” said Denis. For any number of reasons, Doc thought not. Denis went drifting off to watch Lawrence Welk. “What?” Doc couldn’t help commenting. “Something about Norma Zimmer,” Denis called over his shoulder, “I’m still figuring out what, exactly.” The key worked, the place hadn’t been robbed or rifled, the plants were still alive. Doc watered everything, put coffee on

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