Inherent Vice review John Carvill

[Robin Landseadel]

Well, look-ee here . . .
	The "Bong" Goodbye

	On Thomas Pynchon's Inherent Vice

	Will Thomas Pynchon's lightest, brightest novel put him in the 	

	Hollywood spotlight?

	BY JOHN CARVILL

	Thomas Pynchon's darkly satirical masterpiece, Gravity's
	Rainbow, doesn't so much lodge itself in your mind as burn a
	permanent hole in the fabric of your psyche. Its structure is so
	complex, convoluted, and self-reflexive that it doesn't so much
	have a "plot" as a "Mandelbrot." It doesn't so much come to an
	end as twist itself round, like some sort of multidimensional
	mobius strip, to meet up again with its own ominous beginning.
	
	 Along the way, so many ill omens and grotesque morbidities
	have flown past that it might seem impossible for Pynchon to up
	the portentousness ante any further. As the final chapter of the
	book unfolds, however, he manages to trump himself once
	more, inviting us to imagine a situation so irretrievably dire that:

	Philip Marlowe will suffer a horrible migraine and reach by
	reflex for the pint of rye in his suit pocket, and feel homesick for
	the lacework balconies of the Bradbury Building. . .

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