Inherent Vice - August 4th 2009 by Penguin 416 pages

Part noir, part psychedelic romp, all Thomas Pynchon—private eye Doc Sportello comes, occasionally, out of a marijuana haze to watch the end of an era as free love slips away and paranoia creeps in with the L.A. fog.

I read Crying of Lot 49 this year. Seems like it has the same elements.

An interesting comparison might be to James Ellroy's trilogy: American Tabloid, The Cold Six Thousand, and a forthcoming third book, except Pynchon is funnier.

Nice. Maybe I will have finished Against the Day by then. Where did your description come from?

Never mind. I just saw it on the other thread.