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Inherent Vice fic?

Having seen Paul Thomas Anderson's film Inherent Vice over the weekend (I missed it in theaters), I'm now tempted to tackle the source, Thomas Pynchon's novel. Joaquin Phoenix's performance reminded me somewhat of his similarly hapless role in Clay Pigeons (with Janeane Garofalo, back in the 90s), but of course here he's a stoner PI rather than the main suspect.

I really loved all the period details. I'm old enough that I remember some of the early part of my childhood, when hippies really *were* perceived as dirty, filthy degenerates and a threat equated with the Manson family, Viet Nam was a nightly horror on the news, and Nixon's paranoia colored the straight world's perception of everything (not to mention the casual police brutality of the times, which seems to have morphed over the decades from a policy of blanket brutality to superficial civil rights punctuated by frequent outbursts of "justified" lethal force... progress, not so much). So maybe I'll give it a shot, though I find Pynchon's stuff intimidating in general, probably because my ADD makes it hard enough to finish books... I do better with nonfiction these days, and I'm embarrassed to admit I got a gift of Pynchon's The Crying Of Lot 49 years ago, and just couldn't get into it.

But imo, there's a definite culture clashy slashy vibe between Doc the dirty hippie and Bigfoot the brutal LAPD cop--not helped by Bigfoot frequently sucking on chocolate covered frozen bananas around Doc often throughout the film. And their weird working relationship seems preslash, to me. I'm disappointed to find no Inherent Vice fanfic at all on AO3, much less slash. Of course now a plot bunny for them is rolling around my head... just what I need.

In other news, yesterday and last night I had a migraine so bad, I threw up a few times. And now I have these tiny petechiae (dots of burst blood vessels) all around both eyes from the force of the vomiting, like blood red freckles. If I were dressing up as a zombie, this would really work for that look. Instead, I'm maxed on concealer. At least my coworkers are all healthcare professionals. Though who knows what the patients work think if they saw them. And, realistically, my coworkers could also easily assume that the vomiting associated with the petechiae was from drinking to excess. Sigh...

Cross-posted from DW