Inherent Vice Review in the Scotsman

[Robin Landseadel]

Stuart Kelly Weighs in:

	THE new Thomas Pynchon confutes the category of "late
	works": it's neither an ostentatious attempt at a magnum opus,
	nor a melancholy echo of past achievements; it neither rages
	against the dying of the light nor against the inanities of the
	modern day. It is by far his most accessible novel since The
	Crying Of Lot 49 (1966) and at least as funny as his zany
	behemoth Against The Day (2006) . . .

Looks like Stuart likes it:

	. . . Inherent Vice is Pynchon on an idiosyncratic frolic, and what
	a joy it is. He is the only truly Dickensian talent of our time.

http://living.scotsman.com/books/Book-review-Inherent-Vice-by.5494024.jp