Inherent Vice review Rolling Stone

[Robin Landseadel]

ROB SHEFFIELD Calls it "The Bigger Lebowski":

	It's L.A. circa 1970, and everyone's running scared. The hippie
	chick who used to wear the Country Joe and the Fish T-shirt has
	disappeared, and the man on the trail is private eye Doc Sportello,
	 who lives on weed and pizza and rock & roll, plus the motto
	"Never smoke nothing's been grown in a combat zone." That's just
	the start of Thomas Pynchon's Inherent Vice, a shaggy-dog stoner
	noir in the style of The Big Lebowski. The cops are out to bust
	every longhair they can find, with the media cartoon Charles
	Manson (not even a real murderer!) as an excuse. Doc tangles
	with a global heroin network called the Golden Fang. There's a
	massage parlor called Chick Planet that offers a Pussy Eaters
	Special for $14.95. Doc runs into Panthers, neo-Nazis, gurus,
	grifters, Jesus-freak surfers and a police branch called the P-
	DIDdies, meaning "Public Disorder Intelligence Division." As Doc
	notes, "The world had just been disassembled, anybody here
	could be working any hustle you could think of, and it was long
	past time to be, as Shaggy would say, gettin' out of here, Scoob."

http://www.rollingstone.com/news/story/29494393/the_bigger_lebowski

Rob screws the pooch on that one:  ". . .don't smoke nothin's been  
grown in a comba zone, . . ." is Fritz Drybeam's motto, suitable for  
admonishing hazy-jane-ed Doc.