Okay, Thomas Pynchon’s got a new novel, Inherent Vice, coming out in August, and nobody told me. C’mon, people, have a heart. Careful readers know that Mason & Dixon was one of the last novels that made me cry–Vikram Seth’s A Suitable Boy is the other–and that I would naturally be psyched to hear about this. It looks like 1960s surf noir that’s self-aware of all the, ahem, inherent conventions of those genres and that decade. So, basically, Vineland in flashback mode, in SoCal–and maybe Hawaii–rather than NoCal. That’s cool with me. What’s even cooler is that Tom’s picking up the pace–only a three-year wait from the masterful Against the Day. With my other favorite Tom bringing out a children’s novel (about beer!) in April, it’s a good year for superannuated, brainy, ex-hippie writers. All’s right with the world.
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