We already knew that Thomas Pynchon’s follow-up to soft-boiled stoner noir Inherent Vice would be set in New York in 2001, between the dot-com bust and 9/11—incidentally making it the most up-to-date setting for the author, who has written about much of the twentieth century (and nineteenth, and eighteenth) but nothing about the twenty-first. But a new Amazon description offers more info.
The hero of this 500-page work is the Pynchonianly named Maxine Tarnow, “running a nice little fraud investigation business on the Upper West Side, chasing down different kinds of small-scale con artists.” This despite her license to do so being revoked. She hacks the wrong file, people show up dead, the mystery is afoot.
Sounds like more of what we love from this literary recluse. But the two items that sound most promising to these ears? The promise of “a professional nose obsessed with Hitler’s aftershave,” and the possibility that Jerry Seinfeld will “make an unscheduled guest appearance.” Can’t wait to read this one on the subway.
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