Great reader for the audiobook. Really enjoyed it. Recomended for that how different CA was back in the day flavor and Pynchon humor.
(Bleeding Edge was unlistenable)
This might not be the book to start Pynchon with, since it's impossible to see what all the worship of him is for based on it. It's sometimes interesting in an absurd way and has periods of amusement, but "genius?" No. I found Pynchon's earlier "Vineland" better, though that seemed based on the Kerouac back to Pound-Joyce-Firbank-Wyndham Lewis stream-of-consciousness style continuum and so wasn't exactly "brilliant" either. But even that level of "originality" is not to be found here, where we have nothing more than a story about a pothead detective at "the end of the 60s" which inadvertently makes a case for total sobriety. Along the way, there are way too many characters with annoyingly cutesy hippy-like names. Sporadically funny for the uninitiated, but it's mostly only for those who think they'll be initiated.
This is one of the worst books I've ever read by a major writer. And I say this as someone who liked "The Crying of Lot 49" and "V." A shaggy, druggy dog detective story set in 1970s California, it's an unlikely and unsuccessful mash of "The Big Lebowski," Raymond Chandler, Cheech & Chong and just about every TV Show about P.I.s. Though it's nice to see him in a lighter mood, the book is strained, unfunny, irritating and crappy. Yeah, it's really bad. Paul Thomas Anderson's recent adaptation was a vast improvement on the source material. And would it kill Pynchon to put be photographed for the book jacket? The whole reclusive genius shtick is pretty old.
I really enjoyed this novel even though I couldn't follow every part of the plot
Could not get into it.....
This book is beautiful. It somehow manages to be fully as wacky-psychedelic as the comic books I was reading when Ripoff Press and Zap were in their glory days while at the same time distinguishing itself as a first-rate private-eye story that evokes LA more vividly than anyone I've read since Raymond Chandler, also treating the English language with the skill and affection that Chandler did. And it's funny as hell even in the midst of the despair and disillusion that characterize noir fiction.
I don't often say this, but the film is much better.
far out. where its at. tubular
unreadable and a waste of time I'll have to watch the movie.
Incredibly senseless story of nothing purporting to represent the 60s. This pointless story is soft and tasteful as milquetoast. 3 of 10 stars
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