Thomas Pynchon’s latest novel
Inherent Vice, is causing
quite a stir, and not just because all his novels cause a stir. It seems the author of epic novels of giant adenoids and invisible clockwork ducks has written a-
gasp-detective novel, which weighs in at an astoundingly reasonable 384 pages. Some have noted confusion among Pynchon aficionados at the author’s choice to work in such a genre. One writer has used the
opportunity to examine why supposed “literary” writers have turned to the crime genre with varying degrees of success, and at least one critic
seems genuinely put out by Pynchon’s creative choice.
posted by dortmunder
on Aug 3, 2009 -
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