According to the blurb:
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.
This seems vaguely reminiscent of Girlfriend in a Coma, maybe with some additional Coupland thrown in for good measure, combined with Raymond Chandler. It does also sound as though there might be something resembling a plot, amid the marijuana haze, though, which is good news. Sportello, incidentally, is the Italian for "ticket window." Perhaps that will have some significance or maybe it's just a cool name.
Here's the strange thing, though: the book has only 384 pages. Shurely shome mishtake? Is there a missing "1" at the beginning of the page count?
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