re IVIV (0) Markteting Video transcript

[Doug Millison]

Thanks, Tore!

>  IVIV (0) Video transcript

I don't believe this is a casual effort at all.  A media firm was  
hired to help create the video, it was funded, developed, rehearsed,  
recorded.

I expect that some care was taken with the wording of the piece, to  
make sure it hit some minimal number of "talking points" that the  
book's marketing team would hope for, but I would suspect that Pynchon  
also took advantage of the opportunity to say what he wanted to say to  
his audience.

I'm guessing Pynchon liked his voiceover appearance on The Simpsons  
and wanted more.

Cool that he managed to do it in a way that didn't put "Pynchon Sells  
Out" in your face. Instead, we got a mystery to unravel:  him, or not?

Pynchon:

If you're driving south from LA International it should take no more  
than
a hit or two off of your favorite brand of cigarette before you're right
here, in Gordita Beach, California. Well, no, actually, this used to be
the beach. Later on, all this is gonna go highrise, high-rent, high
intensity. But right now, back in 1970, what it is is just HIGH. An
ounce of Mexican Commercial should run you no more than ten dollars
– that’s with the seeds and stems, of course. The neighbors here run
mostly to surfers and dopers and stewardesses, or, more correctly I
guess, stewardii, who live in Gordita coz it’s close to the airport
and tend to hang out between flights in the bars up and down the street;
so pretty much every night here is party night.

Oh, my name, uh, my name’s Doc and I’m a private gumshoe, or nowadays  
more
like gumsandal. I used to work the traditional Hollywood type of PI  
gigs,
setting up drug busts for parties and divorce cases, or helping the cops
out with their many shakedown schemes and so forth, but since I moved  
out
here to the beach, I’ve been more into the smaller tickets – less karmic
hassle, less guilt-tripping. Which doesn’t bring in that much money,
sometimes none at all. Sometimes it’s even me that ends up paying the
tab, whether it’s in cash or something heavier; and that’s – you know,
it’s groovy; or, I guess it WAS groovy, 'till, one night my ex-old lady
shows up with a story about her boyfriend, or, actually, older guy- 
friend
and his wife, her boyfriend. At that point it gets sorta peculiar....

M-maybe you’ll just wanna read the book: I-Inherent Vice, Penguin Press.
27.95 – 27.95?! Really? That used to be, like, three weeks of  
groceries, man.
What year is this again?