Shadow Ticket

The greatest, wildest author of his generation

Ian Rankin, Guardian

One of America’s great writers

Salman Rushdie, New York Times Book Review

His fiction is comic, broad, and frequently surreal, but its underlying aim is nothing less than to represent ourselves to ourselves . . . Pynchon’s books, for all their wizardry and social and political insight, are fun . . . Once you’re in, you won’t want to get out

O, The Oprah Magazine

The American great returns . . . It’s the Great Depression, and private eye Hicks McTaggart takes on a routine case that turns out to be anything but: think spies, swing musicians, interplanetary languages and paranormal intrigue

Guardian, Biggest Books of the Autumn

A towering literary giant

GQ

Private eye Hicks McTaggart navigat[es] a world of swing bands, spies and surreal danger. A wild, genre-mashing ride from an elusive literary mind

i Paper

Pynchon’s gift has always been his ability to render America in its full strangeness . . . The book is full of exuberance. Pynchon’s sentences themselves are so alive, so pleasurable . . . The fact that Shadow Ticket is brilliant and prescient isn’t a surprise; that it exudes so much joy and sensuousness is

Megan Nolan, Daily Telegraph

A living literary legend returns with a masterpiece. Featuring private eyes, Nazis and Soviets, Shadow Ticket reads like a vintage tale of adventure

Daily Telegraph

Grab[s] you by the collar . . . Remember his genre parodies, his outrageous names (howdy, Zoltán von Kiss), his ornate zingers, his lollygagging but frequently hilarious descriptions? It’s all here in this supercharged noir – a Chandleresque yarn involving a missing heiress and a disaster-prone private eye

New York Times, 27 Books Coming in October

Irresistible and deeply satisfying, this makes clear Pynchon’s powers remain undiminished

Publishers Weekly

A 1930s detective tale with a sucker punch ending . . . Dark as a vampire’s pocket, light-fingered as a jewel thief, Shadow Ticket capers across the page with breezy, baggy-pants assurance – and then pauses on its way down the fire escape just long enough to crack your heart open

Los Angeles Times

Brilliant fun . . . Rollicking . . . Pynchon’s prose is still as balletically dazzling as the trick shot Lew teaches Hicks . . . It’s not just that no one else writes quite like Pynchon; it’s that no one even tries

Washington Post

Pynchon’s livewire prose hops from subject to subject, joins the dots and makes patterns . . . [The novel] sets out with a song in its heart and mischievous spring in its step, but it edges into darkness

Guardian