THAT DETECTIVE AGENCIES early in their history (e.g., the Pinkerton agency) were involved in industrial espionage, union breaking, and red baiting has given Pynchon ample opportunity to combine noir-derived plot lines and tone with his conjuring of (nearly) ubiquitous and (nearly) omnipotent networks of secret power and authority. As he did in Against the Day and Inherent Vice, he takes full advantage of the opportunity in Shadow Ticket. Lew Basnight of Against the Day even makes a cameo appearance. (I imagine he is not the only crossover detail, but I will leave such trainspotting to others.)
Hicks McTaggart is our gumshoe here. It is late 1932. Hitler is on the brink of taking power in Germany, and the USA has just elected FDR. The Depression is showing no signs of lifting. In Milwaukee, Hicks gets handed a tricky assignment involving the wild daughter of a dairy magnate. Tracking down the daughter and the swing musician she loves will eventually take Hicks to Hungary, where….
…well, you know, things happen. The novel has its plot, knotty in classically noir ways, but the real treat is Pynchon’s writing, the dialogue that seems to come right out of Ben Hecht and George S. Kaufman, the arcane lore, the evocation of time and place, all those things at which Pynchon is simply better than everyone else.
If you like Pynchon (as I do), I expect you will like this (I did), and if you are just curious about Pynchon, this might be a good book to start out on, at just under three hundred pages. Shadow Ticket probably will not dislodge The Crying of Lot 49 as everyone's favorite among Pynchon’s relatively shorter books, but it does provide a modest-sized sample of how Pynchon can fascinate.
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