On Tuesday, October 23, 2012 4:22:53 PM UTC-7, Psmith wrote:
> Cool comments Dr. Johnson and Oz. I love the jazz content of "Entropy," although Inherent Vice seems to me to have more of a rock vibe. I just started my jazz unit with my music history class yesterday, so I feel more connected with jazz, at least today.
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> I wonder about the specificity of the geography of Inherent Vice. I live in Corona, a little ways from the sites in this novel. I don't have a deep knowledge of the specific sites mentioned or alluded to.
I was going to post on this first, before that crap about other meanings of inherent vice: I have family who still live in that very area. And I lived in San Pedro, around the LA peninsula, for 10 years. I spent a lot of time in Manhattan Beach, Redondo, Torrance, I worked in Palos Verdes, etc: I "see" almost all of the landscape in this book, and coupled with Mike Davis's City of Quartz and other histories of LA and how it's changed, social relations in different areas, population changes, etc: it's fascinating and no doubt biases my love for the book.
Throughout this book I'm very impressed at how Pynch used his memory of Manhattan Beach and environs from late 1969-early 1970, and synced it up with research.
pp.35-42, when Doc visits Hope Harlingen in Walteria? I "know" that neighborhood. Same with the book's trailer
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2daNrsfwDgY , with Pynch narrating: those alleyways 1/2 mile from the sand are a deep part of my own childhood psychogeography.
The Channel View Estates bits - esp descriptions pp.19-20 - are not flights of fancy. Reminds me of the soul of Chinatown.
Speaking of films, two keep running through my head when I read this book: Big Lebowski (I can't help but think Pynch was infl. by Jeff in drawing up Doc), and Altman's The Long Goodbye, with Elliot Gould as Marlowe doing a Rip Van Winkle and waking up in early 1970s LA. While Gould is a "straight" detective, as Marlowe "is" he's surrounded by the ambience of a world very similar to Inherent Vice's world.
[Another idiogloss on films and this book: Ed Sanders's book The Family is, to me, THE Manson book. The paranoia those killings engendered throughout hippiedom, but esp, in LA and esp the Hollywood hills/Beverly Hills: and the LAPD and found homemade porn with Mama Cass and Warren Beatty and just all sorts of craziness? Hal Ashby's _Shampoo_ (1975, so five years later, but written by Robert Towne, who also wrote Chinatown and grew up in San Pedro) has this sense of early 1970s Los Angeles paranoia hovering over it, to me...]
The stuff about the cops overreacting when a black person appeared east of the Harbor fwy, near Manhattan Beach: NOT hyperbolic!
Bigfoot Bjornsen, while drawn up to look cartoonish like "Doug Niedermeyer" in Animal House, still approaches a verisimilitude, because these asshole-cops in the hippie-era really saw almost every guy with long hair as a "traitor" to American Goodness. Since then, LA-area cops have become far more worldly, and they have more dangerous (military weapons will make their way to the poorer neighborhoods) people to deal with. They grew up with the counterculture, which is now mainstream. I think a good portion of LA cops are still basically fascists, but it's nowheres near as bad as it once was.
Now: everyone has a camera and particularly egregious cops are caught on video doing what they do...but it still seems almost impossible to fire a rotten cop.
Anyway, I think Pynch needed to caricature Bigfoot in order to remind younger readers how horrid some of these guys were. (And yet: Bigfoot, as corrupt as he is, does seem to serve as comic foil for Doc's stoned "Hey man!" relative innocence.
Gawd, this book is funny. I get a contact high reading it! The bit about how Sauncho and Doc met: stoned in the grocery store, and Sauncho's so paranoid he's buying a flour sifter, just KNOWING everyone will know he's only buying it to separate seeds and stems...so they collude and buy way too many sugary snacks and light bulbs to throw anyone off who might suspect?
Doc calling Saunch to get him away from the police station, but Saunch is stoned and all wrapped up in Donald Duck cartoons, seemingly not listening to a word Doc says, but worried that Daisy is running Donald's life, making him shave, etc: this kind of thing was our stoner humor par excellance, even in the 1980s. Cartoons and the new No.CA. sensimilla.
I can like, ya know? Relate, man!
Eric: did you ever see Cal Worthington commercials on late night TV? (p.9) My brothers and I did. Seems like a million years ago.
"But some of these developers, they make Godzilla look like a conservationist..." <---a stealable line
Laff out loud: when p.38, Hope Harlingen talks way too much about her heroin addiction, for two paragraphs, and then Doc says:
"And so...this thing that happened to your husband..."
I also think the cannabis vs other street drugs thing - Pynch's attitude - is probably true to him and also an honest portrayal of some of the messes he saw when others got into speed, coke, heroin, barbs. It feels consistent with Pynch's oeuvre. And little stories about people who knew him in Manhattan Beach: tall, thin dude who wore the same clothes every day, lived on coffee and pot...
(Bigfoot): "Potheads, you're so exclusive. Would you say you _took offense_ at Glen's preference for barbiturates and amphetamines?"
(Doc): "Yeah, I was planning to report him to the Dope Fiend Standards and Ethics Committee."
Most intellectual stoners I know do seem pretty "exclusive." It's been proven time and again that the "gateway" argument is stupid, but it's still widely believed. The only exceptions most intellectual stoners I've known make is for shrooms and other psychedelics.
Eric: do you think Pynch's Kerouac-infl and the 1950s were more about jazz, while Pynch's coming-of-age-as-novelist had to do with rock and roll and the 1960s?