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008			130625s2009 nyu 000 1 eng
010			_a2009007705
020			_a9781594202247
050	0	0	_aPS3566.Y55 _bI54 2009
082	0	0	_aMYS PYN
100	1		_aPynchon, Thomas
245	1	0	_aInherent vice _c/ Thomas Pynchon.
260			_aNew York _b: Penguin Press _c, 2009.
300			_a368 p. _c; 25 cm.
520			_aSo Doc Sportello, inveterate doper and sometime private eye, is sitting around hazy L.A. at the end of the Sixties when he gets a visit from former flame Shasta. Seems she's been seeing developer-turned-visionary Mickey Wolfmann, whose wife and boyfriend are cooking up a scheme to kidnap Wolfmann and want to cut her in. Meanwhile, black ex-con Tariq wants Doc's help in hooking up with Glen Charlock, a White Aryan he did business with behind bars, and he's pretty bummed that Channel Vista Estates, Wolfmann's latest development, has wiped out his neighborhood. Doc heads for Channel Vista, where he might have encountered Charlock had he not blacked out (it's those drugs?). Instead, Charlock winds up dead; Doc has another run-in with friendly nemesis Lt. Det. Bigfoot Bjornsen; and Wolfmann disappears. So, for that matter, does Shasta. And it gets even more complicated as Doc is off on one very weird acid trip of an investigation. With whip-smart, psychedelic-bright language, Pynchon manages to convey the Sixties-except the Sixties were never really like this. This is Pynchon's world, and it's brilliant. The resolution is as crisp as Doc is laid-back.
650		0	_aPrivate investigators _x--Fiction
651			_aLos Angeles (Calif ) _v--Fiction
655		0	_aExperimental fiction
655		7	_aNoir fiction
942			_cMO
999			_c240415 _d240415