California…I’ll keep this short because it’s quite a negative review and I don’t like to be negative. Or maybe I do like to be negative and that is why I have to strive to be otherwise.
So I hear that Inherent Vice is Thomas Pynchon’s most accessible work. I’m not surprised; the guy has his own et of Wiki page, I’m glad then, that I chose this as my first and last little road trip into his brand of morally bankrupt insanity, I don’t think that I was the target audience for this book, and not just because I’m not fond of detective stories. When I read works that are a explicit a this one, I wonder why I don’t just stick to YA lit for the rest of eternity. I’m sad though, because I really wanted to like Pynchon. Gravity’s Rainbow was on my “to read” list.
Speaking of that list. It’s getting out of control. I’ve read 48 books o far this year. Only 6 have been off of this American lit tour list. That’s right. I’ve already read Colorado too. I’m just a terrible updater. Also, I can’t get my hands on a copy of The Man in the Gray Flannel Suit for Connecticut just yet, so I’ve skipped all the way and started Wisconsin. So far, I’m loving The Art of Fielding. I’m telling you this now because I don’t want you to get the impression that I hate everything I read. However, in my next post, I don’t have a lot of high praise for Wally Lamb.