It had been dark at the beach for hours, he hadn’t been smoking much and it wasn’t headlights — but before she turned away, he could swear he saw light falling on her face, the orange light just after sunset that catches a face turned to the west, watching the ocean for someone to come in on the last wave of the day, to shore and safety.
-Inherent Vice, Thomas Pynchon’s new novel. This is my first Pynchon novel but if that quote is an indicator of the rest of the book I’m sold.
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