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Gun, with Occasional Music
A hard-boiled detective tale full of talking animals and murder, from the award-winning author of Motherless Brooklyn and The Arrest.
Gumshoe Conrad Metcalf has problems--there's a rabbit in his waiting room and a trigger-happy kangaroo on his tail. Near-future Oakland is a brave new world where evolved animals are members of society, the police monitor citizens by their karma levels, and mind-numbing drugs such as Forgettol and Acceptol are all the rage.
Mixing elements of sci-fi, noir, and mystery, this clever first novel from a beloved author is a wry, funny, and satiric look at all that the future may hold.
Metcalf has been shadowing Celeste, the wife of an affluent doctor. Perhaps he's falling a little in love with her at the same time. When the doctor turns up dead, our amiable investigator finds himself caught in a crossfire between the boys from the Inquisitor's Office and gangsters who operate out of the back room of a bar called the Fickle Muse.
Newsweek"Marries Chandler's style and Philip K. Dick's vision."--
"Marvelous...Stylish, intelligent, darkly humorous, and highly readable entertainment."--San Francisco Examiner
Gumshoe Conrad Metcalf has problems--there's a rabbit in his waiting room and a trigger-happy kangaroo on his tail. Near-future Oakland is a brave new world where evolved animals are members of society, the police monitor citizens by their karma levels, and mind-numbing drugs such as Forgettol and Acceptol are all the rage.
Mixing elements of sci-fi, noir, and mystery, this clever first novel from a beloved author is a wry, funny, and satiric look at all that the future may hold.
Metcalf has been shadowing Celeste, the wife of an affluent doctor. Perhaps he's falling a little in love with her at the same time. When the doctor turns up dead, our amiable investigator finds himself caught in a crossfire between the boys from the Inquisitor's Office and gangsters who operate out of the back room of a bar called the Fickle Muse.
Newsweek"Marries Chandler's style and Philip K. Dick's vision."--
"Marvelous...Stylish, intelligent, darkly humorous, and highly readable entertainment."--San Francisco Examiner
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First published March 1, 1994
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Jonathan Lethem
236 books2,657 followersJonathan Allen Lethem (born February 19, 1964) is an American novelist, essayist and short story writer.
His first novel, Gun, with Occasional Music, a genre work that mixed elements of science fiction and detective fiction, was published in 1994. It was followed by three more science fiction novels. In 1999, Lethem published Motherless Brooklyn, a National Book Critics Circle Award-winning novel that achieved mainstream success. In 2003, he published The Fortress of Solitude, which became a New York Times Best Seller.
In 2005, he received a MacArthur Fellowship
His first novel, Gun, with Occasional Music, a genre work that mixed elements of science fiction and detective fiction, was published in 1994. It was followed by three more science fiction novels. In 1999, Lethem published Motherless Brooklyn, a National Book Critics Circle Award-winning novel that achieved mainstream success. In 2003, he published The Fortress of Solitude, which became a New York Times Best Seller.
In 2005, he received a MacArthur Fellowship
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July 17, 2021
Zooming, fast-paced, hardboiled futuristic thriller with an edge that won’t say quits.
Gun, with Occasional Music - a mix of Raymond Chandler Big Sleep and Philip K. Dick Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?, the first novel by Brooklyn born Jonathan Lethem published in 1994 when the author was age thirty. Oh, what some writers would give to have this man’s talent.
The first-person narrator is a private eye by the name of Conrad Metcalf, a tough, handsome chap (what else?) who throw out wisecracks, pithy quips, sharp gibes and one-liners faster than a gangster kangaroo can dress him down as the low karma holding flathead he is. Say what – gangster kangaroo? Karma holding? Oh, yes, it all makes sense within the context of this highly provocative and engaging tale set in the San Francisco Bay Area.
What a wild, wild ride. As soon as we begin reading, we are immediately pulled into the story since not only is this a murder mystery a la Chandler or Hammett but also science fiction a la PKD or Gibson, all set in a bizarre futuristic 21st century world revealed to readers piece by piece as we turn the pages. Too many shocking revelations for me to go on about plot, thus I’ll turn directly to several of the juicy bits:
Conrad Metcalf - He’s what we nowadays call a Private Investigator but what this future society calls a Private Inquisitor. Conrad is a freewheeling, independently-minded future Philip Marlowe. Much of the fun comes on every page when Conrad thinks a somewhat cynical, usually humorous thought or voices his retort, gaff, query or take on the case. A few for instances: “Where did you study up on how to play the fall guy? You’re the punch line to everybody’s worst jokes.” – “I’m a comedian. Either of you guys want to play straight man, the part is still open.” – “I don’t possess an eidetic memory, but I had a picture of her knees - and the creamy inches of skin above them – burned into my consciousness from the brief flash as I walked in.”
Colorful Characters – Remember Sydney Greenstreet playing Kasper Gutman in The Maltese Falcon? There’s a bad guy in this novel modeled on Hammett’s famous fat man. There’s also a dangerous dame modeled on Carmen Sternwood from The Big Sleep, not to mention a couple of hunks (a good guy and a bad guy) modeled on Moose Malloy from Farewell, My Lovely. Shameless stereotyping, you say? Sure, but for Jonathan Lethem’s overall literary aesthetic, such stereotyping works like a charm (no apologies for the cliché).
Make - Powerful cocaine-like drug made available free-of-charge by the government. Nearly the entire population snorts lines of their favorite blend depending on the mindset desired. Several choice ingredients: Acceptal, Avoidall, Believeall, Regrettol, Forgettol. Sound eerie? It is unnerving, creepy and, depending on your values, even sinister. But according to the state, it is just the thing to keep society humming along to their tune. Conrad continually hankers after his own special blend but admits all the various fixings are icing on the cake since underneath it all is Addicttol.
Inquisitors - The police. Conrad must deal with an entire batch of Inquisitors, usually two at a time. Among the force is knockout Catherine Teleprompter who can be tough as nails or as saucy and sassy as any femme fatale.
Karma Cards; Karma Points - Citizens are required to carry cards noting their karma points (many karma points for people who follow society’s rules; few karma points for those who break the rules). Being a seeker of truth rather than a guy worried about social conventions or very questionable laws, it should come as no surprise Conrad is continually having his karma points reduced by the Inquisitors.
Human-Like Animals - Most of the service jobs are performed by genetically engineered animals such as kittens or sheep (a doctor has a ewe as a housekeeper). One such animal playing a key role is Joey the Kangaroo. Here’s Conrad observing the kangaroo: “He was wearing a canvas jacket and plastic pants with a tight elastic waistband, and his paws were tucked into his pockets.” The inclusion of these talking evolved ones adds more than a little weirdness and creepiness to the tale but I must say, there’s something unique and fascinating about other animals sharing our human condition.
Babyheads - Evolution engineering has toddlers speaking as adults. Many of these small ones (it appears they remain bald toddlers no matter what their age), run away from home and drink booze continually at baby bars such as the one on Telegraph Avenue. Oh, you babyhead: you're ghastly and fascinating at the same time.
Deep Freeze and Slave Boxes - Don’t go against society or you could be put in deep freeze for years or have a slave box inserted in the back of your head to turn you into an obedient worker. Ouch! Dystopian in the extreme.
Literature and the Arts - It appears television, drugs and the powers that be all but eliminated great literature and the high arts having any influence whatsoever in this future culture. I came away with a sad, sinking feeling thinking about the numbed-out, dullard-driven world Jonathan Lethem creates here. But Gun, With Occasional Music is a splendid novel. And with the inclusion of Conrad Metcalf and his philosophical reflections and wisecracks, both deeply thought-provoking and a fun read. Get yourself a copy and zoom off with Conrad. Thanks, Jonathan!
One of the leading lights of American literature, Jonathan Lethem, born 1964. Photo taken when the author was hovering around 30, the age when he wrote Gun, With Occasional Music
“Some people have things written all over their faces; the big guy had a couple of words misspelled in crayon on his.”
― Jonathan Lethem, Gun, With Occasional Music
December 21, 2012
When down and out private inquisitor Conrad Metcalf's last client turns up dead, Metcalf takes up the case to find out who killed him. Can he find the killer before he runs out of karma and winds up in the deep freeze?
If Raymond Chandler and Philip K. Dick spent an evening together doing hard drugs, this would be the book that would result. Lethem weaves together the sci-fi and noir elements together so tightly that an evolved kangaroo doesn't seem out of place after his first appearance.
The world of Gun, with Occasional Music, is a bleak totalitarian version of a future California. A future where everyone carries cards noting how much karma they have. When you run out of karma, you wind up in deep freeze for a period of years. A scientist named Twostrand invented a process to create evolved bipedal animals out of ordinary ones like kittens, kangaroos and sheep. Eventually the process was tried on babies, creating the grotestque babyheads. Almost everyone is addicted to a free drug called make that's used to keep the populace under control. Interested yet?
Metcalf's case is a pretty standard one but Lethem injects it with freshness. Metcalf is the prototypical noir private eye with a self-deprecating sense of humor. More than once, he congratulates himself on his use of metaphor. Gun, with Occasional Music, reminds me of the movie Hot Fuzz in that it's both a satire of noir and also one of the better 30's style noir novels I've read in recent memory, much like Hot Fuzz was for action movies. You wouldn't think that a book featuring a gun-toting kangaroo would be a good example of noir but the proof is in the pudding.
I'd recommend Gun, with Occasional to fans of noir, bizarro, Philip K. Dick, and other strangeness.
If Raymond Chandler and Philip K. Dick spent an evening together doing hard drugs, this would be the book that would result. Lethem weaves together the sci-fi and noir elements together so tightly that an evolved kangaroo doesn't seem out of place after his first appearance.
The world of Gun, with Occasional Music, is a bleak totalitarian version of a future California. A future where everyone carries cards noting how much karma they have. When you run out of karma, you wind up in deep freeze for a period of years. A scientist named Twostrand invented a process to create evolved bipedal animals out of ordinary ones like kittens, kangaroos and sheep. Eventually the process was tried on babies, creating the grotestque babyheads. Almost everyone is addicted to a free drug called make that's used to keep the populace under control. Interested yet?
Metcalf's case is a pretty standard one but Lethem injects it with freshness. Metcalf is the prototypical noir private eye with a self-deprecating sense of humor. More than once, he congratulates himself on his use of metaphor. Gun, with Occasional Music, reminds me of the movie Hot Fuzz in that it's both a satire of noir and also one of the better 30's style noir novels I've read in recent memory, much like Hot Fuzz was for action movies. You wouldn't think that a book featuring a gun-toting kangaroo would be a good example of noir but the proof is in the pudding.
I'd recommend Gun, with Occasional to fans of noir, bizarro, Philip K. Dick, and other strangeness.
March 11, 2019
My name is Conrad Metcalf, and I'm a private inquisitor. You knew that. You read it somewhere and it gave you hope. Let me tell you now that it'll cost you seven hundred dollars a day to keep that hope alive. What you'll get for that money won't be a new best friend. I'm as much of a pain in the ass to the people who pay me as I am to the guys I go up against. Most people walk out of my office knowing things about themselves they didn't want to know – unless they leave after my first little speech. See the door?
Take away the dystopian, science-fiction elements and I could swear I'm reading a Lew Archer mystery from the classic period. This is strong evidence, in my book, that the noir style, with all its mannerisms and over-used typical cast of characters and plots, remains relevant and fresh today. As long as there are still 'mean streets' of corruption, organized crime and violence in our cities, there remains the need for the iconoclast, lonely gumshoe who would not rest until his personal idea of justice is fulfilled.
I learned a long time ago that my job consists of uncovering the secrets people keep from themselves as much or more than the ones they keep from each other.
Jonatham Lethem managed to a a lot more than simply paying homage to the genre. He has written a powerful, stylish, darkly humorous existentialist novel that happens to take the form of a murder investigation in a futuristic Oakland where everybody is a drug addict, animals with 'woken' intelligence live side by side with humans, babyheads (toddlers) have their intellects artificially accelerated, and the government has total control through musical news, wordless newspapers and karma police.
The printed word had been dwindling in the news media, but it hadn't disappeared completely until a year ago, when it was outlawed.
The first person narrative, through the voice of private inquisitor Metcalf, is sharp and engaging, with a very good balance between wisecracks, social commentary and the occasional metafictional foray.
Art mirrors culture muses Metcalf at one point of his investigation, and it strikes me as a valid argument both for the classic noir that served as inspiration for the novel and for an easier understanding of millennial forms of entertainment. It is not so difficult after all to extrapolate current trends and arrive at newspapers filled entirely with images without text, or at a government monopoly on drug distribution that is used to control a restive population and transform it into zombies.
You consider yourself an outsider, a seeker of truth amidst lies, yet you've bought into the biggest lie that can be told. You snort the lie through your nose and let it run in your bloodstream.
Metcalf himself is an addict, who cannot function without his special mix of nose-dust. How is he any better than the underworld kingpin he is stalking or that dubious doctor who keeps an 'awoken' sheep in the basement?
My skeptical faculties overcompensate and, in effect, the ingredient backfires: I become paranoid and suspicious. More than usual, I mean.
I like this concept, that the first step in being a gumshoe, a crusader for truth and justice, is to be skeptical. Like Dr House used to say: "Everybody Lies." For Metcalf, the paranoia seems well justified, since everybody and their uncle are out to get him.
I considered the possibility of a physical confrontation with a roomful of babyheads all clinging to my legs and climbing on my back, and I decided I wanted to avoid it. The image of piranhas kept coming up.
I have danced around the actual plot details in my review . One reason is that I am sure in a few months these events will get mashed out with the hundreds of other crime novels I have read in the past and I will continue to read. The other reason is that it is a pretty typical, Ross MacDonald type of plot, where you start with an ordinary murder in a motel room and you slowly uncover conspiracies that go up to the highest levels of society. You have the dame in distress, the hot babe the detective will fall for, the cops who rough you up, the fat crime boss, the doctor with a secret agenda and so on. OK, maybe you don't usually have a kangaroo henchman or a sheep as a clandestine mistress, or a detective whose nervous system has been switched with that of a former girlfriend. But in the end, the piquant details are another reason to keep searching for new books in the genre.
It was a dame, a dish, a bird – I never know what to call them when I want to be other than rude. Because I'm always rude. But she made me want to be other, made be want to be someone I wasn't.
This was Mr. Lethem debut novel. I am quite willing to continue exploring his fictional worlds.
Take away the dystopian, science-fiction elements and I could swear I'm reading a Lew Archer mystery from the classic period. This is strong evidence, in my book, that the noir style, with all its mannerisms and over-used typical cast of characters and plots, remains relevant and fresh today. As long as there are still 'mean streets' of corruption, organized crime and violence in our cities, there remains the need for the iconoclast, lonely gumshoe who would not rest until his personal idea of justice is fulfilled.
I learned a long time ago that my job consists of uncovering the secrets people keep from themselves as much or more than the ones they keep from each other.
Jonatham Lethem managed to a a lot more than simply paying homage to the genre. He has written a powerful, stylish, darkly humorous existentialist novel that happens to take the form of a murder investigation in a futuristic Oakland where everybody is a drug addict, animals with 'woken' intelligence live side by side with humans, babyheads (toddlers) have their intellects artificially accelerated, and the government has total control through musical news, wordless newspapers and karma police.
The printed word had been dwindling in the news media, but it hadn't disappeared completely until a year ago, when it was outlawed.
The first person narrative, through the voice of private inquisitor Metcalf, is sharp and engaging, with a very good balance between wisecracks, social commentary and the occasional metafictional foray.
Art mirrors culture muses Metcalf at one point of his investigation, and it strikes me as a valid argument both for the classic noir that served as inspiration for the novel and for an easier understanding of millennial forms of entertainment. It is not so difficult after all to extrapolate current trends and arrive at newspapers filled entirely with images without text, or at a government monopoly on drug distribution that is used to control a restive population and transform it into zombies.
You consider yourself an outsider, a seeker of truth amidst lies, yet you've bought into the biggest lie that can be told. You snort the lie through your nose and let it run in your bloodstream.
Metcalf himself is an addict, who cannot function without his special mix of nose-dust. How is he any better than the underworld kingpin he is stalking or that dubious doctor who keeps an 'awoken' sheep in the basement?
My skeptical faculties overcompensate and, in effect, the ingredient backfires: I become paranoid and suspicious. More than usual, I mean.
I like this concept, that the first step in being a gumshoe, a crusader for truth and justice, is to be skeptical. Like Dr House used to say: "Everybody Lies." For Metcalf, the paranoia seems well justified, since everybody and their uncle are out to get him.
I considered the possibility of a physical confrontation with a roomful of babyheads all clinging to my legs and climbing on my back, and I decided I wanted to avoid it. The image of piranhas kept coming up.
I have danced around the actual plot details in my review . One reason is that I am sure in a few months these events will get mashed out with the hundreds of other crime novels I have read in the past and I will continue to read. The other reason is that it is a pretty typical, Ross MacDonald type of plot, where you start with an ordinary murder in a motel room and you slowly uncover conspiracies that go up to the highest levels of society. You have the dame in distress, the hot babe the detective will fall for, the cops who rough you up, the fat crime boss, the doctor with a secret agenda and so on. OK, maybe you don't usually have a kangaroo henchman or a sheep as a clandestine mistress, or a detective whose nervous system has been switched with that of a former girlfriend. But in the end, the piquant details are another reason to keep searching for new books in the genre.
It was a dame, a dish, a bird – I never know what to call them when I want to be other than rude. Because I'm always rude. But she made me want to be other, made be want to be someone I wasn't.
This was Mr. Lethem debut novel. I am quite willing to continue exploring his fictional worlds.
August 26, 2017
The style and voice and plot are pure Raymond Chandler, set in a weird future of talking kangaroos and mind-altering drugs. It's a wild ride that's largely successful, though not as ambitious as other futuristic genre mash-ups (for example, China Mieville's The City and The City), in part because it hews pretty closely to a standard Chandler-esque plot and in part because the futuristic elements aren't quite as developed. Still, there are moments of sheer brilliance here.
September 10, 2011
Book, with constant boredom. Answers, with no questions. Questions, with no answers on the tips of tongues or inside cheeks (maybe ass cheeks). Music, with no tone. Gun, with no bullets. Who signed off on the license? Déjà vu that reminds of nothing. Is that the appeal of genres to remind of nothing and feel the welcoming coma with dreams that someone else plants there and you wake up before you can see anyone's faces? The eye from that book, the nose from this... "Make me look beautiful!" "But I liked you before..." (I like some of Lethem's books a whole lot. Some are on my favorites shelf. That doesn't mean I liked this at all or make allowances for first time authors. Boredom is boredom. Side parenthetical over.)
Paul Auster called. He wants his book back from the discount pile. Chandler, Dick and all the other genre-y hard-boiled "The statuesque blonde had to pick my doorway to stand in and suck out all of my secondhand smoke before I could get hard" stuff I hate called and reminded me that I try to never read this kind of thing. If they are using the formula it has to be because they don't want to be different. The answers are built in. Or is that the questions?
Naivete called and it wanted its easyness back. Sense and cynicism called. They wanted their basis of reality back. My life called and said that it wanted itself back from me.
A tragic waste of time (yes! I said it! TRAGIC). It's a detective novel that asks no questions. It doesn't answer questions so much as pretend to answer them with hard-boiled dialogue that breaks before it can be snappy. "Truth and justice," I said. "I wonder if you really know what the hell it is you're talking about, or whether words just keep pouring out because of the thing they did to your brain. Truth and justice. Nice, easy words." Babies and animals have been genetically modified. They are called evolved. Evolved from what, and for what purpose? Metcalf is a private investigator or inquisitor (there's not enough distinction). A dying breed without going into what it used to be like. People don't ask questions except for the inquisitors (vaguely sci-fi gestapo like cops. You'll end up frozen Han Solo style if they don't like your answers. Prison, if you're lucky enough to know people with enough money). "It meant waking up with a monkey on my back, but hell, it was my monkey." No, this does not pass for reasoning!
But WHY? Just because it sounds like it sucks? Do you mean that people numb themselves to make it through their tedious day to day live?! That there are people who have no idea that bad things happen and there are people who do know and they both get drunk the same? Really? Now what do you want to say about that? If you want to get drunk then say that.
Metcalf had surgery with his girlfriend to switch their gender sensors. She ran off and stuck him with the senses of a woman. He can still get it up, if he chose to. He doesn't except to sorta fall in love like that in the woman in my doorway kind of way every time a ballsy woman wears lipstick. So why the sex sensors thing? Why was this even in the book? It was mentioned several times and nothing else happened with it. Was that to sound sci-fi enough for someone who wanted to read sci-fi? There was nothing about him that said I think differently from before woman senses. Nothing said woman. Nothing said anything but I wanted to write a "cool" drug sniffing hard-boiled detective stand-in standing for nothing type. So... why?
There is a kangroo, Joey (Kangaroo Jack called! It wants his sucker punching Joey back!), working for some big bad guy because there has to be a bad guy. There has to be another guy in Metcalf's place so says this book. Okay, why?
Lethem wanted to throw in shit like talking kangaroos and people on drugs like Acceptol and Forgettol. Why do people want to take drugs to forget what they are currently living so as to not live at all? C'mon ask questions if you want to be a private investigator so bad and mourn the day people didn't roll over. The book rolled over. Ugh! Just admit it then!
Where did their karma cards come from? Who decided what depleted your karma and what was a good deed? Why is the hero as feckless as the world he doesn't really try not to sink in? (He takes their drugs too, for example.)
Elevator music, answering machine music, dentist lobby music, on the way to collect an award music, commercial jingle music... Time to stop and think drown out the mind music. The music says wah wah we are all so numb and the album art is of a cool disaffected person. The video bimbo is a statuesque blonde with bright red lipstick. The kangaroo can borrow his outfit from Rick Springfield's dog.
Also, the mystery sucked. I already know who killed the sheep. It was these guys!.
"I could have my mind erased
And still not know exactly what I don't already know." - Modest Mouse
P.s. It doesn't make sense that a kangaroo would work for a p.i. They are hardly inconspicuous! The bigotry towards evolved animals was thrown in there. Metcalf hates them without ever wondering why. It is hinted they have marginally more rights. Why were they made? Why are they working for anyone? Why throw them in there for muscle? Anything? Do you even care, Lethem? Why did the guy on drugs to make him not care care about his fading place in life (a job no one cared about)? WHY?
P.s.s. The book called. It said... P.s., I forgot to care.
Paul Auster called. He wants his book back from the discount pile. Chandler, Dick and all the other genre-y hard-boiled "The statuesque blonde had to pick my doorway to stand in and suck out all of my secondhand smoke before I could get hard" stuff I hate called and reminded me that I try to never read this kind of thing. If they are using the formula it has to be because they don't want to be different. The answers are built in. Or is that the questions?
Naivete called and it wanted its easyness back. Sense and cynicism called. They wanted their basis of reality back. My life called and said that it wanted itself back from me.
A tragic waste of time (yes! I said it! TRAGIC). It's a detective novel that asks no questions. It doesn't answer questions so much as pretend to answer them with hard-boiled dialogue that breaks before it can be snappy. "Truth and justice," I said. "I wonder if you really know what the hell it is you're talking about, or whether words just keep pouring out because of the thing they did to your brain. Truth and justice. Nice, easy words." Babies and animals have been genetically modified. They are called evolved. Evolved from what, and for what purpose? Metcalf is a private investigator or inquisitor (there's not enough distinction). A dying breed without going into what it used to be like. People don't ask questions except for the inquisitors (vaguely sci-fi gestapo like cops. You'll end up frozen Han Solo style if they don't like your answers. Prison, if you're lucky enough to know people with enough money). "It meant waking up with a monkey on my back, but hell, it was my monkey." No, this does not pass for reasoning!
But WHY? Just because it sounds like it sucks? Do you mean that people numb themselves to make it through their tedious day to day live?! That there are people who have no idea that bad things happen and there are people who do know and they both get drunk the same? Really? Now what do you want to say about that? If you want to get drunk then say that.
Metcalf had surgery with his girlfriend to switch their gender sensors. She ran off and stuck him with the senses of a woman. He can still get it up, if he chose to. He doesn't except to sorta fall in love like that in the woman in my doorway kind of way every time a ballsy woman wears lipstick. So why the sex sensors thing? Why was this even in the book? It was mentioned several times and nothing else happened with it. Was that to sound sci-fi enough for someone who wanted to read sci-fi? There was nothing about him that said I think differently from before woman senses. Nothing said woman. Nothing said anything but I wanted to write a "cool" drug sniffing hard-boiled detective stand-in standing for nothing type. So... why?
There is a kangroo, Joey (Kangaroo Jack called! It wants his sucker punching Joey back!), working for some big bad guy because there has to be a bad guy. There has to be another guy in Metcalf's place so says this book. Okay, why?
Lethem wanted to throw in shit like talking kangaroos and people on drugs like Acceptol and Forgettol. Why do people want to take drugs to forget what they are currently living so as to not live at all? C'mon ask questions if you want to be a private investigator so bad and mourn the day people didn't roll over. The book rolled over. Ugh! Just admit it then!
Where did their karma cards come from? Who decided what depleted your karma and what was a good deed? Why is the hero as feckless as the world he doesn't really try not to sink in? (He takes their drugs too, for example.)
Elevator music, answering machine music, dentist lobby music, on the way to collect an award music, commercial jingle music... Time to stop and think drown out the mind music. The music says wah wah we are all so numb and the album art is of a cool disaffected person. The video bimbo is a statuesque blonde with bright red lipstick. The kangaroo can borrow his outfit from Rick Springfield's dog.
Also, the mystery sucked. I already know who killed the sheep. It was these guys!.
"I could have my mind erased
And still not know exactly what I don't already know." - Modest Mouse
P.s. It doesn't make sense that a kangaroo would work for a p.i. They are hardly inconspicuous! The bigotry towards evolved animals was thrown in there. Metcalf hates them without ever wondering why. It is hinted they have marginally more rights. Why were they made? Why are they working for anyone? Why throw them in there for muscle? Anything? Do you even care, Lethem? Why did the guy on drugs to make him not care care about his fading place in life (a job no one cared about)? WHY?
P.s.s. The book called. It said... P.s., I forgot to care.
May 5, 2025
One of the weirdest books I've read. Still not sure what a babyhead is. A different kind of time travel (cryogenically instead of time machine). Animals who are lab-evolved to have human emotions and human lives. Sexual experimental surgeries that are gender fluid. Yup. Weird, weird, very weird book, and guess what? I think it takes place in 2016 California! LOL.
January 18, 2020
For the truly sick individuals that pay attention to my meanderings on Goodreads, you'll note that I frequently take notes as I'm reading. Except when I don't. And I didn't, much, while reading this. Why? Because 1) I was too engrossed in the story, 2) things happened so fast that I didn't have time to process them, and 3) I have no good way of actually conveying what I thought as I read.
So, "why", you ask "are you even writing this review, Forrest?" - because: Duty. You see, back in 2017, I vowed to become more intentional in my reading, to really only list on my "to-be-read" list books that I intended to buy and actually read. Because I am a slow reader, that meant cutting that list dramatically, which I have done. But part of being intentional in reading, for me, is reviewing each book, as difficult as it might be, and as craptacular as the review might be. And so, here we are.
I have to thank two of my favorite Goodreaders, Glenn Russell and Dan Schwent, for pointing me towards this genre-blurring novel. I am a big fan of genre-blurring, and I love it when it's done right, and really, really hate it when it's not. Here, Lethem has a winner. When I first read the blurb on the book "Marries Chandler's style and Philip K. Dick's vision," I was intrigued, but wary. I've heard that kind of praise before, and . . .
In this case, the claim is accurate. Take one part Dashiell Hammett, one part Raymond Chandler, one part Philip K. Dick (minus the mysticism), play some Big Bad Voodoo Daddy in the background, do a line of coke, and you are in the zone. The characters are fantastic, especially the narrator, who is as snarky as they get. The setting is caught somewhere between the 1940s and the "future" - honestly, I had something between the movie version of "The Big Sleep" and "Blade Runner" in my head, though the futuristic accouterments were not nearly as pervasive as in Ridley Scott's film. The thing that sets gun, with occasional music apart (besides it's intriguing title, which, you will note, is uncapitalized, at least on the cover) is the way that it interweaves seemingly disparate elements in such a way that they feel perfectly natural. An "uplifted" (not Lethem's term -I'm stealing it from the scifi hive mind) kangaroo as thug, babies who have been genetically accelerated into adulthood (except their heads, hence the term "Babyheads"), and the titular gun, with occasional music, all seem to be of a piece (okay, pun intended - i couldn't help myself, so shoot me). Nothing seems shoehorned in, which is often a shortcoming in such genre-blurring novels. No, this book is as smooth as butter.
So, "why", you ask "are you even writing this review, Forrest?" - because: Duty. You see, back in 2017, I vowed to become more intentional in my reading, to really only list on my "to-be-read" list books that I intended to buy and actually read. Because I am a slow reader, that meant cutting that list dramatically, which I have done. But part of being intentional in reading, for me, is reviewing each book, as difficult as it might be, and as craptacular as the review might be. And so, here we are.
I have to thank two of my favorite Goodreaders, Glenn Russell and Dan Schwent, for pointing me towards this genre-blurring novel. I am a big fan of genre-blurring, and I love it when it's done right, and really, really hate it when it's not. Here, Lethem has a winner. When I first read the blurb on the book "Marries Chandler's style and Philip K. Dick's vision," I was intrigued, but wary. I've heard that kind of praise before, and . . .
In this case, the claim is accurate. Take one part Dashiell Hammett, one part Raymond Chandler, one part Philip K. Dick (minus the mysticism), play some Big Bad Voodoo Daddy in the background, do a line of coke, and you are in the zone. The characters are fantastic, especially the narrator, who is as snarky as they get. The setting is caught somewhere between the 1940s and the "future" - honestly, I had something between the movie version of "The Big Sleep" and "Blade Runner" in my head, though the futuristic accouterments were not nearly as pervasive as in Ridley Scott's film. The thing that sets gun, with occasional music apart (besides it's intriguing title, which, you will note, is uncapitalized, at least on the cover) is the way that it interweaves seemingly disparate elements in such a way that they feel perfectly natural. An "uplifted" (not Lethem's term -I'm stealing it from the scifi hive mind) kangaroo as thug, babies who have been genetically accelerated into adulthood (except their heads, hence the term "Babyheads"), and the titular gun, with occasional music, all seem to be of a piece (okay, pun intended - i couldn't help myself, so shoot me). Nothing seems shoehorned in, which is often a shortcoming in such genre-blurring novels. No, this book is as smooth as butter.
March 5, 2021
"When in doubt, have a man come through a door with a gun in his hand."
- Raymond Chandler
I like Jonathan Lethem, having really enjoyed his great novel Motherless Brooklyn, but his quirky, doddering, pseudo-sci-fi detective novel Gun, With Occasional Music didn't really work for me. It follows a detective named Conrad Metcalf as he tries to solve a murder that no one else seems to care about solving, and that everyone is also seemingly trying to cover up.
The novel is set in a future where genetically-modified, sentient animals live amongst society and it's borderline illegal to ask other people questions. It makes people really uncomfortable, for whatever reason. Only certain legal authorities called "inquisitors", of which Metcalf is a lower version, are allowed to do this. The society of this book is also hopelessly dependent on drugs, constantly snorting ridiculously-named drugs like Forgettol and Addictol to keep them subservient. They've taken so much drugs that no one has any memory; people record things they need to remember into these portable "memory machines" that they then carry around. When they need to remember something, they ask their machine, and if there's no entry for it, it's just gone: people in your life, things you've done...hell, some people don't even remember where they work or where they live. The heavy drug use was something I personally didn't care for in this book.
There are also "babyheads", which seem to be babies that were genetically modified and are now basically adults in the bodies of babies. They smoke, drink, go to speakeasy-type bars where their kind are accepted, etc. They're all really rude and aggressive (but really, everyone in this book is), and they tell jokes that are not only bad but nonsensical and just dumb, like they are all mentally-stunted or brain-damaged. They probably are. I found they grated on me as the book went on. They were off-putting, and didn't add much to the story.
I also generally found the story was just boring. Conrad goes around, encounters someone with a gun trained on him about twenty times, talks to various people, seemingly getting nowhere, and then all of a sudden "it's six years later" and the book quickly comes to an end with the lame conclusion that the culprit was literally the most likely suspect in the entire book...not exactly a thrilling conclusion for a mystery novel.
Can't say I'd recommend this one, other than to fans of hardboiled detective fiction or weird fiction who are looking for something off the beaten path.
- Raymond Chandler
I like Jonathan Lethem, having really enjoyed his great novel Motherless Brooklyn, but his quirky, doddering, pseudo-sci-fi detective novel Gun, With Occasional Music didn't really work for me. It follows a detective named Conrad Metcalf as he tries to solve a murder that no one else seems to care about solving, and that everyone is also seemingly trying to cover up.
The novel is set in a future where genetically-modified, sentient animals live amongst society and it's borderline illegal to ask other people questions. It makes people really uncomfortable, for whatever reason. Only certain legal authorities called "inquisitors", of which Metcalf is a lower version, are allowed to do this. The society of this book is also hopelessly dependent on drugs, constantly snorting ridiculously-named drugs like Forgettol and Addictol to keep them subservient. They've taken so much drugs that no one has any memory; people record things they need to remember into these portable "memory machines" that they then carry around. When they need to remember something, they ask their machine, and if there's no entry for it, it's just gone: people in your life, things you've done...hell, some people don't even remember where they work or where they live. The heavy drug use was something I personally didn't care for in this book.
There are also "babyheads", which seem to be babies that were genetically modified and are now basically adults in the bodies of babies. They smoke, drink, go to speakeasy-type bars where their kind are accepted, etc. They're all really rude and aggressive (but really, everyone in this book is), and they tell jokes that are not only bad but nonsensical and just dumb, like they are all mentally-stunted or brain-damaged. They probably are. I found they grated on me as the book went on. They were off-putting, and didn't add much to the story.
I also generally found the story was just boring. Conrad goes around, encounters someone with a gun trained on him about twenty times, talks to various people, seemingly getting nowhere, and then all of a sudden "it's six years later" and the book quickly comes to an end with the lame conclusion that the culprit was literally the most likely suspect in the entire book...not exactly a thrilling conclusion for a mystery novel.
Can't say I'd recommend this one, other than to fans of hardboiled detective fiction or weird fiction who are looking for something off the beaten path.
August 15, 2025
A strange and dystopian world- where a gumshoe falls for a strange woman, riffing on Raymond Chandler and Dashiell Hammett's work. Complete with a mobster who has the head of a kangaroo; pulpy and tawdry fuck scenes that are raw and erotic, this is one of Lethem's best.
It definitely shows his genius for emulating the detective story with biting language that titillates, intrigues and makes you both uneasy with strange, surreal sexual desire.
It definitely shows his genius for emulating the detective story with biting language that titillates, intrigues and makes you both uneasy with strange, surreal sexual desire.
April 18, 2020
A first rate hard boiled detective story that throws in some intriguing elements of speculative fiction to create something special.
Starting out, it could just be another hard boiled detective story about a down and out PI on a murder case involving some sketchy characters and a crime syndicate. Yet, Lethem slowly peels back the layers on a world that grows ever more bizarre. Some of this could be considered window dressing - genetically "evolved" sentient animals and "babyheads"; inanimate objects, like guns, that play music for unknown reasons - and don't ultimately do much to shape the story beyond providing some novelty. Yet others, such as a "Karma" point system, where people are sent to the "freezer" for legal or behavioral infractions if their balance drops too low; or bizarre, mind altering legal drugs like "Forgettol" and "Avoidol" that everyone is addicted to, help drive the plot in some uniquely compelling ways. Lethem stays laser focused on the story at hand, never revealing much of the larger context of this clearly dystopian world, referring only to an "inquisition" indirectly, as well as societal taboos against asking and answering questions of any sort.
As a fan of both hard boiled detective and speculative fiction, this was right up my alley.
Starting out, it could just be another hard boiled detective story about a down and out PI on a murder case involving some sketchy characters and a crime syndicate. Yet, Lethem slowly peels back the layers on a world that grows ever more bizarre. Some of this could be considered window dressing - genetically "evolved" sentient animals and "babyheads"; inanimate objects, like guns, that play music for unknown reasons - and don't ultimately do much to shape the story beyond providing some novelty. Yet others, such as a "Karma" point system, where people are sent to the "freezer" for legal or behavioral infractions if their balance drops too low; or bizarre, mind altering legal drugs like "Forgettol" and "Avoidol" that everyone is addicted to, help drive the plot in some uniquely compelling ways. Lethem stays laser focused on the story at hand, never revealing much of the larger context of this clearly dystopian world, referring only to an "inquisition" indirectly, as well as societal taboos against asking and answering questions of any sort.
As a fan of both hard boiled detective and speculative fiction, this was right up my alley.
November 11, 2022
All right. So.
This IS a tribute to Chandler -- if you didn't already know that -- but its focus on the wonderful things that Chandler did with language is rather lacking. What we have, instead, is a plot that keeps hopping about and the misdirections are as good for any novel of the usual gumshoe variety.
What makes it a bit oddball is the SF elements. We have forced evolution animals and quickly-grown babies taking the part of the downcast and hard-biting underclass city types, a class of drugs that go straight for the jugular when it comes to psychology-related aspects, and a rather convenient use of stasis-pods in an otherwise 1930's LA type setting that keeps the life-blood pumping in an otherwise rather forgetful Noir.
I think I would have fallen hard for this novel had it had Chandler's use of language.
As it is, however, it is a serviceable Noir with all the usual suspects and creeps. The SF saves it, though, and it was enjoyable.
This IS a tribute to Chandler -- if you didn't already know that -- but its focus on the wonderful things that Chandler did with language is rather lacking. What we have, instead, is a plot that keeps hopping about and the misdirections are as good for any novel of the usual gumshoe variety.
What makes it a bit oddball is the SF elements. We have forced evolution animals and quickly-grown babies taking the part of the downcast and hard-biting underclass city types, a class of drugs that go straight for the jugular when it comes to psychology-related aspects, and a rather convenient use of stasis-pods in an otherwise 1930's LA type setting that keeps the life-blood pumping in an otherwise rather forgetful Noir.
I think I would have fallen hard for this novel had it had Chandler's use of language.
As it is, however, it is a serviceable Noir with all the usual suspects and creeps. The SF saves it, though, and it was enjoyable.
February 23, 2018
Video review
Manages to offer some of the most unforgettable world-building I've ever read without pausing the action for more than a few words at a time. Offers an absurd dystopian future that's just absurd enough to be convincing. Fuses hardboiled with scifi as seamlessly as to be unfair. Rocks.
Manages to offer some of the most unforgettable world-building I've ever read without pausing the action for more than a few words at a time. Offers an absurd dystopian future that's just absurd enough to be convincing. Fuses hardboiled with scifi as seamlessly as to be unfair. Rocks.
March 29, 2021
CRITIQUE:
Epigraph
"...The subject was as easy to spot as a kangaroo in a dinner jacket."
- Raymond Chandler
The Best of Both Worlds
It's always interesting to observe a first-time author choose one or more literary worlds for their fiction, and then discover or invent a writing style that suits those worlds.
Here, the worlds are derived from the private detective genre of Raymond Chandler, and the near future science fiction genre of Philip K Dick. Once these choices were made, it seems that "Gun, With Occasional Music" almost wrote itself, as if mechanically.
The greatest innovation appears in the science fiction aspect of the novel, which bleeds into the private detective aspect as well.
You Can't Be Too Inquisitive
Instead of a police force, San Francisco has a Grand Inquisitor's Office, which investigates and punishes crime. The inquisitors seem to have acquired a monopoly on the inquisitorial process of asking questions, even personal questions. Of course, the Office is corrupt, and is in the pocket of local gangster, Danny Phoneblum.
Our private detective, Conrad Metcalf, is an ex-inquisitor, who has left and started his own private inquisitor business under licence (which is always precarious, because it can be suspended arbitrarily or capriciously). Although his business involves asking questions:
Asking questions, especially personal ones, is viewed as impolite or rude. Apart from the Grand Inquisitor's Office, it doesn't pay to be curious. And the Office is skilled at turning a blind eye, except in pursuit of Conrad for illusory offences.
Nobody knows the truth. Information and news are delivered by radio in the form of "musical news", which turns even news of murders into muzak or entertainment.
Karmic Playing Cards
The principal tool for distributing justice (or injustice) is an electronic card from which the Office deducts karmic points, which are somehow vital to your ability to live in modern society, as if it's some sort of prepaid debit card:
Then they put you in "the freezer", literally. They freeze you for the term of your sentence. You can't remember your time in the freezer when you're finally released and defrosted. It sounds worse than being exiled to Cyberia.
Drugs With Occasional Guns
The other tool is officially sanctioned drugs. Even Conrad seems to be addicted to a personalised blend of drugs called "make", a white powder which is snorted like cocaine from a mirror or, in Conrad's case, a map of Big Sur (24). It contains patented mind-shrinking or -shaping drugs like Addictol, Avoidol, Believol, Blanketrol, Regrettol and Forgettol. You can design your own blend, give it a recipe code, and have it made at a legal "makery".
Highly Evolved
The novel refers to a process which accelerates the conversion of babies into meter high adult humans called "babyheads".
Similarly, wealthy people (professionals like dentists, doctors, architects, and psychoanalysts) and gangsters have humanised pet servants who are "evolved" from domestic animals like apes, kittens, sheep and kangaroos (apparently inspired by the epigraph from Raymond Chandler about "a kangaroo in a dinner jacket"). The process of "evolution therapy" was invented by Theodore Twostrand.
I was tempted to ask whether babyheads dreamed of evolved sheep, but that would be rude. Besides, there was no one who could (or would) answer my question. It would also make me sound like A Dick (if not K. Dick). Honestly, I'm not yet that big a Dickhead (even if I do say so myself).
The pet servants and babyheads introduce an element of cartoon-like unreality that detracts from the suspense and pushes the novel in the direction of political satire like "Animal Farm".
Libido-A-Gogo and the Fickle Muse
Conrad is interested in a succession of women who are at the heart of his investigation: Celeste Stanhunt, Pansey Greenleaf, and Catherine Teleprompter (an honest inquisitor). Who knows whether any of them can be trusted? Will he or they end up dead, or merely rooted? Fickle Muse isn't just the name of a bar that Danny Phoneblum controls.
However, Conrad is libidinally compromised, mainly because an ex-girlfriend called Delia Limetree (yes, the character names sound like the work of Richard Brautigan or Kurt Vonnegut) swapped erogenous nerve endings with him, so that she could experience what it was like to be a male having sex. But Conrad has to experience what it's like to be just like a woman. Needless to say, nobody feels any pain.
Gun
Just about everybody carries a gun, but Danny Phoneblum and his evolved kangaroo sidekick, Joey Castle, are the most dangerous. Needless to say more again, Joey is in the pocket of Phoneblum. Conrad does OK for a figment of the writer's imagination.
Occasional Music
See the soundtrack below...
EVOLVING IN RE-VERSE:
Black Widow Spider Barista
When I first saw her
I wanted to play,
Although we didn't
Share much DNA.
The coffee she made
Warmed me, while the dregs
Kept me gazing at
Her furry black legs.
Reckoning
I reckon
That you were
Beckoning
Me into
Bed with you.
Joey
[Apologies to Johnette
Napolitano]
Joey, baby, you're so defenceless
Watch out for all the fences,
The rifles and the shooters,
The gangsters and the looters.
I'll be here if you need a pocket
It's safe there, don't you knock it,
You're my joey, you don't need a docket,
Here's the key, if you need to unlock it.
SOUNDTRACK (OCCASIONAL MUSIC):
Epigraph
"...The subject was as easy to spot as a kangaroo in a dinner jacket."
- Raymond Chandler
The Best of Both Worlds
It's always interesting to observe a first-time author choose one or more literary worlds for their fiction, and then discover or invent a writing style that suits those worlds.
Here, the worlds are derived from the private detective genre of Raymond Chandler, and the near future science fiction genre of Philip K Dick. Once these choices were made, it seems that "Gun, With Occasional Music" almost wrote itself, as if mechanically.
The greatest innovation appears in the science fiction aspect of the novel, which bleeds into the private detective aspect as well.
You Can't Be Too Inquisitive
Instead of a police force, San Francisco has a Grand Inquisitor's Office, which investigates and punishes crime. The inquisitors seem to have acquired a monopoly on the inquisitorial process of asking questions, even personal questions. Of course, the Office is corrupt, and is in the pocket of local gangster, Danny Phoneblum.
Our private detective, Conrad Metcalf, is an ex-inquisitor, who has left and started his own private inquisitor business under licence (which is always precarious, because it can be suspended arbitrarily or capriciously). Although his business involves asking questions:
"Myself, I couldn't see myself answering all those personal questions. I'm willing to break the taboo against asking questions - in fact it's my job - but I'm pretty much like the next guy when it comes to answering them. I don't like it. That's just how it is."
Asking questions, especially personal ones, is viewed as impolite or rude. Apart from the Grand Inquisitor's Office, it doesn't pay to be curious. And the Office is skilled at turning a blind eye, except in pursuit of Conrad for illusory offences.
Nobody knows the truth. Information and news are delivered by radio in the form of "musical news", which turns even news of murders into muzak or entertainment.
Karmic Playing Cards
The principal tool for distributing justice (or injustice) is an electronic card from which the Office deducts karmic points, which are somehow vital to your ability to live in modern society, as if it's some sort of prepaid debit card:
"When the Inquisitor's Office set your card at zero, it meant you couldn't get caught slamming the door to a public rest room without sinking into a negative karmic level. The sound of that door slamming would be the last anyone heard of you for a long time, or maybe ever. I hadn't seen a card at zero for a long time, and when I had, it was always in the trembling hands of a man about to take the fall for a major aberration."
Then they put you in "the freezer", literally. They freeze you for the term of your sentence. You can't remember your time in the freezer when you're finally released and defrosted. It sounds worse than being exiled to Cyberia.
Drugs With Occasional Guns
The other tool is officially sanctioned drugs. Even Conrad seems to be addicted to a personalised blend of drugs called "make", a white powder which is snorted like cocaine from a mirror or, in Conrad's case, a map of Big Sur (24). It contains patented mind-shrinking or -shaping drugs like Addictol, Avoidol, Believol, Blanketrol, Regrettol and Forgettol. You can design your own blend, give it a recipe code, and have it made at a legal "makery".
Highly Evolved
The novel refers to a process which accelerates the conversion of babies into meter high adult humans called "babyheads".
Similarly, wealthy people (professionals like dentists, doctors, architects, and psychoanalysts) and gangsters have humanised pet servants who are "evolved" from domestic animals like apes, kittens, sheep and kangaroos (apparently inspired by the epigraph from Raymond Chandler about "a kangaroo in a dinner jacket"). The process of "evolution therapy" was invented by Theodore Twostrand.
I was tempted to ask whether babyheads dreamed of evolved sheep, but that would be rude. Besides, there was no one who could (or would) answer my question. It would also make me sound like A Dick (if not K. Dick). Honestly, I'm not yet that big a Dickhead (even if I do say so myself).
The pet servants and babyheads introduce an element of cartoon-like unreality that detracts from the suspense and pushes the novel in the direction of political satire like "Animal Farm".
Libido-A-Gogo and the Fickle Muse
Conrad is interested in a succession of women who are at the heart of his investigation: Celeste Stanhunt, Pansey Greenleaf, and Catherine Teleprompter (an honest inquisitor). Who knows whether any of them can be trusted? Will he or they end up dead, or merely rooted? Fickle Muse isn't just the name of a bar that Danny Phoneblum controls.
However, Conrad is libidinally compromised, mainly because an ex-girlfriend called Delia Limetree (yes, the character names sound like the work of Richard Brautigan or Kurt Vonnegut) swapped erogenous nerve endings with him, so that she could experience what it was like to be a male having sex. But Conrad has to experience what it's like to be just like a woman. Needless to say, nobody feels any pain.
Gun
Just about everybody carries a gun, but Danny Phoneblum and his evolved kangaroo sidekick, Joey Castle, are the most dangerous. Needless to say more again, Joey is in the pocket of Phoneblum. Conrad does OK for a figment of the writer's imagination.
Occasional Music
See the soundtrack below...
EVOLVING IN RE-VERSE:
Black Widow Spider Barista
When I first saw her
I wanted to play,
Although we didn't
Share much DNA.
The coffee she made
Warmed me, while the dregs
Kept me gazing at
Her furry black legs.
Reckoning
I reckon
That you were
Beckoning
Me into
Bed with you.
Joey
[Apologies to Johnette
Napolitano]
Joey, baby, you're so defenceless
Watch out for all the fences,
The rifles and the shooters,
The gangsters and the looters.
I'll be here if you need a pocket
It's safe there, don't you knock it,
You're my joey, you don't need a docket,
Here's the key, if you need to unlock it.
SOUNDTRACK (OCCASIONAL MUSIC):
February 10, 2021
The quotation from Newsweek's review of this novel that appears on the front cover is quite accurate: "Marries Chandler's style and Philip K. Dick's vision".
I was also reminded at times of Jack O' Connell's "Quinsigamond" series of futuristic crime thrillers: Word Made Flesh, Box Nine, Wireless (Quinsigamond #2), and The Skin Palace.
This novel is set in near-future Oakland.
The police investigators are known as "Inquisitors" and if you cross them, you'll have your karma card punched. Your karma card gets punched (or demagnetized) and you lose karma credits.
Lose too many karma credits and you wind up in the Freezer.
Too much time in the Freezer and you'll wind up with a slavebox installed at the base of your skull and turned into a mindless laborer or a sexbot servicing brothel clients.
Everyone is on mind numbing drugs such as Addictol or Forgettol or Acceptol.
In this hellish future world reality is just too harsh for normals to function.
The lead character is a private inquisitor -a former Inquisitor gone rogue.
He's hired to follow the wife of a client around to make sure she isn't cheating on her husband.
In the process he interrogates an evolved sheep, commiserates with a fellow P.I. who happens to be an evolved ape, and gets in a few scrapes with a very tough character who happens to be an evolved kangaroo named "Joey". He also runs into a sleazy group of dangerous alcoholic "babyheads".
I was also reminded at times of Jack O' Connell's "Quinsigamond" series of futuristic crime thrillers: Word Made Flesh, Box Nine, Wireless (Quinsigamond #2), and The Skin Palace.
This novel is set in near-future Oakland.
The police investigators are known as "Inquisitors" and if you cross them, you'll have your karma card punched. Your karma card gets punched (or demagnetized) and you lose karma credits.
Lose too many karma credits and you wind up in the Freezer.
Too much time in the Freezer and you'll wind up with a slavebox installed at the base of your skull and turned into a mindless laborer or a sexbot servicing brothel clients.
Everyone is on mind numbing drugs such as Addictol or Forgettol or Acceptol.
In this hellish future world reality is just too harsh for normals to function.
The lead character is a private inquisitor -a former Inquisitor gone rogue.
He's hired to follow the wife of a client around to make sure she isn't cheating on her husband.
In the process he interrogates an evolved sheep, commiserates with a fellow P.I. who happens to be an evolved ape, and gets in a few scrapes with a very tough character who happens to be an evolved kangaroo named "Joey". He also runs into a sleazy group of dangerous alcoholic "babyheads".
"You killed her", I suggested.
"I don't remember," he said. "I killed a lot of people."
"You loved her." ...
"I don't remember," he concluded. His face fell slack.
"Try harder," I said. "This one was special. You loved her and you killed her."
...
"His eyes cleared and his jaw set. "I suppose I did," he said. "The two sometimes go together." He smiled through his beard. "Women are already split in two from the floor halfway up, you know. I just finished the job."
"It's a set up." ... "We're meant to believe she forgot to insert her death control device," he went on. "But I for one don't buy it."
"I'm not tough," I said. "You don't understand."
"Take the money."
"I'm not for hire," I said. “I'm still working out the remainder of [his] fee. Until then I'm booked up."
She didn't say anything.
I opened up my drawer and got out the cigarettes, put one in my mouth and offered her the pack. She refused. I lit mine and took a big drag.
The building around us was quiet, deathly quiet, and outside my window the night was like a dark nullification of the existence of the city. But underneath night's skirts the city lived on.
Disconnected creatures passed through the blackness, towards solitary destinations, lonely hotel rooms, appointments with death. Nobody ever stopped the creatures to ask them where they were going - no one wanted to know. No one but me, the creature who asked questions, the lowest creature of them all. I was stupid enough to think there was something wrong with the silence that had fallen like a gloved hand onto the bare throat of the city.
September 19, 2021
The first fictional offering from Lethem is a wildly entertaining slice of surreal dystopic black comedy, featuring kangaroo nemeses, murdered sheep mistresses, and beleaguered ape PIs. Lethem manages to marshal his eccentric ideas through a skilful semi-parodic noir, keeping the oddness at a controlled timbre without succumbing to the cardinal sin of zaniness. An impressive debut, sealing Lethem’s cult status from the off.
March 15, 2023
In Gun, With Occasional Music, Jonathan Lethem gives us science fiction's worthy successor to Raymond Chandler. Though this is the easy take-home message from nearly every quoted newspaper columnist, book jacket blurb, and miscellaneous reviewer -- they also all happen to be right. Even a cursory familiarity with Chandler's pulp noir will ring through with startling clarity to readers of this novel. The cadence of the narrative, the hard-boiled dialogue, the archetypal characters... Lethem's Conrad Metcalf is a well-executed Philip Marlowe cover song with just a little bit of record scratching thrown into the background for texture.
On the other hand, those same columnist quotes, blurbs, and reviewers all seem to liken Lethem to Philip K. Dick. Personally: not seeing it. It's a bit of a stretch, some optimistic name-dropping to match up Lethem's mystery/noir heritage with some similarly classic science fiction antecedent. The ubiquitous drug use? Sure, okay -- that's a bit Dickian. A Möbius fold of reality unraveling around the narrator in some palpable and thoroughly eldritch fashion? Not so much. More than PKD, the scenes in this novel played out in my imagination as fearfully symmetrical to Cronenberg's take on Burroughs' Naked Lunch -- substitute Jim Henson-esque "evolved" animals for Mugwumps but otherwise that's it, right down to Peter Weller as Conrad Metcalf.
Or maybe Punk's review has got it down: "It's Blade Runner meets Who Framed Roger Rabbit?"
Where was I? Oh right...
A part of me desires to do a chapter-by-chapter deconstruction of the text, to get all scholarly about it and run the blockade of Chandler's lineage here. I want to look for the hidden significance of the doctors as urologists, to get semiotic on names like "Catherine Teleprompter" and "Danny Phoneblum". But instead I'll just give a positive nod. It's a fun, noirish scifi romp with all the right moves and delivers slightly better than expectations.
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UPDATE: Upon second reading: holy crap I didn't realize just how bleak that ending was, the first time around. Just the way that Metcalf's whole world collapses around (despite his... success?) and how he takes his exit.
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See also:
• http://www.flavorwire.com/294548/10-g...
On the other hand, those same columnist quotes, blurbs, and reviewers all seem to liken Lethem to Philip K. Dick. Personally: not seeing it. It's a bit of a stretch, some optimistic name-dropping to match up Lethem's mystery/noir heritage with some similarly classic science fiction antecedent. The ubiquitous drug use? Sure, okay -- that's a bit Dickian. A Möbius fold of reality unraveling around the narrator in some palpable and thoroughly eldritch fashion? Not so much. More than PKD, the scenes in this novel played out in my imagination as fearfully symmetrical to Cronenberg's take on Burroughs' Naked Lunch -- substitute Jim Henson-esque "evolved" animals for Mugwumps but otherwise that's it, right down to Peter Weller as Conrad Metcalf.
Or maybe Punk's review has got it down: "It's Blade Runner meets Who Framed Roger Rabbit?"
Where was I? Oh right...
A part of me desires to do a chapter-by-chapter deconstruction of the text, to get all scholarly about it and run the blockade of Chandler's lineage here. I want to look for the hidden significance of the doctors as urologists, to get semiotic on names like "Catherine Teleprompter" and "Danny Phoneblum". But instead I'll just give a positive nod. It's a fun, noirish scifi romp with all the right moves and delivers slightly better than expectations.
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UPDATE: Upon second reading: holy crap I didn't realize just how bleak that ending was, the first time around. Just the way that Metcalf's whole world collapses around (despite his... success?) and how he takes his exit.
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See also:
• http://www.flavorwire.com/294548/10-g...
October 23, 2007
Excellent. His style is as cold as Hammett's, and the moral core as strong as Chandler's. And any book that says both "In Los Angeles it's illegal to know what you do for a living" and "Tell him next time he wants to talk to me, don't send a marsupial" should be in everyone's library.
This character develops, is one thing somewhat new: he loses his early self-consciousness about his metaphors, and eventually solidifies enough to end a chapter with the brilliant line: "It was time to stop fucking around." The love scene says: "The thing I wanted wasn't lost in the past at all, and it never had been. It was lost in the future. A self I should have been, but wasn't. A thread I'd let go of in myself, thinking I could live without it, not seeing what it meant."
In a mean, pulpy sort of way, it's wrenching. It seems important that Metcalf's eventual solution is to surrender to the future, to allow himself to skip ahead to whatever future is next -- part of him is still lost in the future that could have been, but he embraces the actual future without sacrificing that sense of loss. So that's the key, here, and that's a good thought: you feel the loss of your possible selves keenly, but you throw yourself blindly, with relief, into the future that is. Your pain goes with you. So does what you've done, because you refuse to forget. It's okay that it's sort of trite; originality and subtlety are not the detective's virtues.
This character develops, is one thing somewhat new: he loses his early self-consciousness about his metaphors, and eventually solidifies enough to end a chapter with the brilliant line: "It was time to stop fucking around." The love scene says: "The thing I wanted wasn't lost in the past at all, and it never had been. It was lost in the future. A self I should have been, but wasn't. A thread I'd let go of in myself, thinking I could live without it, not seeing what it meant."
In a mean, pulpy sort of way, it's wrenching. It seems important that Metcalf's eventual solution is to surrender to the future, to allow himself to skip ahead to whatever future is next -- part of him is still lost in the future that could have been, but he embraces the actual future without sacrificing that sense of loss. So that's the key, here, and that's a good thought: you feel the loss of your possible selves keenly, but you throw yourself blindly, with relief, into the future that is. Your pain goes with you. So does what you've done, because you refuse to forget. It's okay that it's sort of trite; originality and subtlety are not the detective's virtues.
June 20, 2025
Really enjoyed this. Having read quite a bit of Lethem's work and knowing he has a thing for out of the ordinary characters, if anyone was going to write hard-boiled crime fiction featuring an evolved kangaroo as a hoodlum and where babies are adults then he'd be right at the top of the list : also here are evolved kittens, sheep and apes. Gumshoe Conrad Metcalf could quite easily have jumped straight out of any number of classic noir writers novels as the wise cracking sleuth full of self-assured cynicism, and where all the usual noir tropes are in play, but the big difference here, along with the animals and musical guns, is the fact this is just as much a dystopian fiction, and a pretty dark one, where everyone is on their own personalized cocktail of drugs, and big brother is always watching citizen's karma levels. That's not to say it isn't without its humour too, though its never the laugh out loud kind, just the odd smirk. Speaking of a concoction, I'm thinking Pynchon, Philip K. Dick, Chinatown, Orwell's 1984 & Animal Farm. As a first novel the writing is really impressive, and Lethem's world building, with all its strangeness and wonder, just as good.
May 5, 2018
“Sometimes it’s better not to think in questions, but I can’t seem to get out of the habit.”
― Jonathan Lethem, Gun, With Occasional Music
Science fiction slams into a hard-boiled, noir pulp (imagine 'Who Framed Roger Rabbit' written by Chandler and directed by David Lynch'). Fun, quick and in parts even close to brilliant. Lethem is one of those writers I'd stamp with "Most Likely To Disappoint Me". He has a ton of potential, but far too often I see that potential sizzle away. Most of that energy, however, was captured in this book.
― Jonathan Lethem, Gun, With Occasional Music
Science fiction slams into a hard-boiled, noir pulp (imagine 'Who Framed Roger Rabbit' written by Chandler and directed by David Lynch'). Fun, quick and in parts even close to brilliant. Lethem is one of those writers I'd stamp with "Most Likely To Disappoint Me". He has a ton of potential, but far too often I see that potential sizzle away. Most of that energy, however, was captured in this book.
September 1, 2007
Sci-fi noir detective story. It's Blade Runner meets Who Framed Roger Rabbit? and exactly as goofy and dark as that sounds.
Conrad Metcalf is our narrator, a Private Inquisitor in a world where direct questions are considered rude and question marks are flashy punctuation. The story's filled with products of evolution therapy: talking kittens and mobster kangaroos, plus the mysterious babyheads -- toddlers with advanced intelligence that hang out in babyhead bars and babble their babyhead talk. I can come up with my own reasons for most of these things, just take gene therapy, bioengineering, and cloning and project it forward twenty years, but it would have been nice if the story could have given me a hint to their origins in this fictional universe.
Above all, the novel is a mystery, though a failed one. It suffers from the ultimate drawing room "You may be wondering why I've gathered you all here today" infodump, where we all sit down and hear what really happened. It's a mark of how poorly the mystery is constructed that these answers don't appear in the natural course of the narrative and instead require an infodump for resolution. The mystery plot is weak, but the universe Lethem created makes up for the lackluster detective story.
The book is funny but disturbing, playful but violent. The fly-leaf actually got it right for once. It says, "It's funny. It's not so funny." Exactly.
Conrad Metcalf is our narrator, a Private Inquisitor in a world where direct questions are considered rude and question marks are flashy punctuation. The story's filled with products of evolution therapy: talking kittens and mobster kangaroos, plus the mysterious babyheads -- toddlers with advanced intelligence that hang out in babyhead bars and babble their babyhead talk. I can come up with my own reasons for most of these things, just take gene therapy, bioengineering, and cloning and project it forward twenty years, but it would have been nice if the story could have given me a hint to their origins in this fictional universe.
Above all, the novel is a mystery, though a failed one. It suffers from the ultimate drawing room "You may be wondering why I've gathered you all here today" infodump, where we all sit down and hear what really happened. It's a mark of how poorly the mystery is constructed that these answers don't appear in the natural course of the narrative and instead require an infodump for resolution. The mystery plot is weak, but the universe Lethem created makes up for the lackluster detective story.
The book is funny but disturbing, playful but violent. The fly-leaf actually got it right for once. It says, "It's funny. It's not so funny." Exactly.
May 28, 2023
In the future as invented by Jonathan Lethem in ‘Gun, with Occasional Music’, San Francisco is full of musical tones installed in appliances and objects which sound when they are touched. People even wake up to musical news on the radio, with soothing harps in the background. Tubas supply mood music for stories about justice done. Murders get violin music. All of ordinary life is lived to background mood music, encouraged by government and private businesses in the novel.
Admit it, as you live your life today, don't you find yourself thinking sometimes, gee, this is exactly like that scene in *blank* movie, or, this event in my life should have dramatic music right now? I've often wondered if entertainment media is inadvertently reshaping our actual memories or it’s reshaping feelings away from experienced reality ....however, Lethem is going to a darker place than this.
Controlling thinking through social means might result in having a world of seemingly robotic people all on the same page, thinking the same way about things, which is where Lethem's world appears to be going. But I couldn't understand with the level of genetic manipulation already being used by the authorities in the book why control of thinking wasn't totally locked down without using social manipulation. However, this is a slight quibble I have with Lethem’s novel. Perhaps genetic manipulations of the brain for innate mind control isn’t good if a society wants people with brains that function with broader depths.
One genetic manipulation for sale is the babyheads, which are manufactured beings that occasionally turn into permanent, up-to-3-foot tall, baby-headed humans. They have unhappy personalities.
Not everything we want is good, or nurturing, for society or for our humanity.
However, let's get to the plot.
Maynard Stanhunt's death is announced with background musical ascending runs that don't resolve, the violins stabbing without peaks on the musical news. Conrad Metcalf, private Inquisitor, is surprised and interested. He knows he will get a visit from the Inquisitor's office. He had quit working for Stanhunt two weeks previously when the man had asked if Metcalf would rough up his wife, Celeste, after the PI had tracked her down and followed her around for awhile. Stanhunt suspected her of having an affair.
Now, someone has shot Stanhunt to death in a sleazy motel room. Since Stanhurt was an affluent doctor, urologist, specializing in treating prostate diseases (most of which slowly kill you over decades, just like bad personal vices), Metcalf is surprised. Stanhunt had a lot of karmic points! Karmic points are assigned people for being good, and often only privileged, citizens. But Metcalf is not shocked. In the course of the job, Metcalf had discovered Stanhunt was a major Forgettal addict. Forgettal is a drug that causes amnesia. (Most 'make' mixes - mood altering drugs - are commonly available to the public, similar to cigarettes and alcohol, but certain ‘makes’ are extremely damaging and others are actually illegal. Snorting makes is less damaging than the needle, but it doesn't stop the more profound addicts from using makes by needle anyway.) Metcalf isn't too worried about his involvement because he assumes the Inquisitors have already decided on who is guilty. Otherwise, he assumes, the story would not be on the ‘verbal’ news.
Metcalf used to work for the government Inquisitor's Office, but he had discovered the agency was full of bullies and corrupt administrators. He has his own office and works private cases now. He tries to avoid his former co-workers because each time he runs into them, he is threatened with losing karma points. He often loses karma points because he often refuses to cooperate with them. In the world of this future, people earn or lose karmic points on an identity card they must carry with them. If their karma is reduced to zero, it means you will be frozen insensate in a locker for a period of years, sentence determined by the crime. However, it isn't only crimes which permit the Inquisitors to take away your karma points. They sometimes have orders from higher-ups to remove points as a warning to stay away from certain cases.
Then Orton Angwine walks into Metcalf's office looking for a chance to escape being the one chosen by the police as scapegoat for Stanhunt's murder. He is the brother of Celeste Stanhunt, wife of the murdered man. Metcalf knows this case is a lost cause - either he proves Angwine is innocent and thus brings himself to the attention of Inquisitors as a good suspect to convict for the murder, or he steps on powerful toes, which will result in the same ending - his freezing. However, after indulging in his own mix of make - Acceptol, Regrettol, addictol - he decides to look into the case.
As usual with mysteries, there are a ton of possible suspects and shady characters, including underworld deviants, business partners, girlfriends and boyfriends. In addition, the police are protecting the powerful whether they are from the underworld or respectable business.
Nothing is being overlooked in shaping public opinion and private moods, if arranging how people feel and think can be called 'having an opinion.'
One of the weirder, and nonsensical, whimsies Lethem invents is a switching of nerve endings between two people of opposite sexes. Metcalf has switched the nerve endings in his penis with a woman he was dating so that when he feels sexual desire, he feels it as if he has a vagina. In the book, this is resulting in a much dimmer experience, so much so he thinks sex is a waste of his time. Although I have spent more time than I will admit to musing about the meanings behind this startling development, I cannot think of what this could possibly mean symbolically or otherwise. Red herring? Definitely a fishy part of the plot.
I think this book is all caricature and satire. Although EVERY marketing blurb and most readers are calling it a P. K. Dick and Raymond Chandler mashup, it struck me as a book that is totally making fun of geek love on every level using the genre of detective mysteries primarily as the vehicle to make the author's points. The 'science fiction' elements were nothing but a teeny tiny mask covering up the pure sheer ridiculousness and fun the author was having in writing as extreme of a satire as he could and yet get away with it. This was similar to an athlete skating as close to the surface of melting ice covering a lake as possible and not fall through to the cold waters below and drowning. In my opinion, Dick wrote science fiction novels which logically extrapolated a future from the current science and social mores of his time. Lethem did not do this, in my opinion. He appeared to stretch extrapolated ideas past the breaking point of logic to service his projected fears. The science fiction aspect was minimal and often fell into literary metaphors so deep this struck me as closer to magical realism.
Never mind. I still liked it. I couldn't love it, though, or care about the characters very much. Dick created characters I cared about or liked.
Clever satire - five stars
Raymond Chandler imitation - three stars, but it's a terrific effort
Recommendation: perfect for taking on vacation!
8/21/14
I keep thinking about this book!
Part of this book's dark noir philosophical explorations is how a consumer society actually utilizes the tools, science, learning and fun fads initially purchased by regular middle- and upper-class people. Stuff degrades into depraved twisted uses and devices.
For example, in our world today, OxyContin is an excellent painkiller for people with devastating pain, enabling them to live a better productive life. But people morphed its intended use into a terrible body- and life- killing addiction by crushing the pills for getting an addicted useless high, destroying motivation to live their life.
Also, simply being able to invent and make available or introduce a new science, product or society-changing event (television sets, radios, cars, machine manufactured goods, airplanes, the Internet, 'test tube' egg fertilization which we are doing with farm animals today not just people by the way, credit cards, etc.) may cause society to veer wildly in unexpected directions, which actually has happened in reality. Currently, our society loves creating committees to discuss how something should be controlled or managed or taxed, but usually long after society has embraced a technology or product for good AND ill.
The animal intelligence uplift probably didn't begin with the intention of creating a new type of prostitute, or for animals being given the opportunity to create a meaningful life as a murdering underworld mobster. It could have begun for altruistic reasons, or people saw a monetizing possibility in charming people into a purchase, but people, as usual, grew tired or bored with their new toy.
Also, I can see a government inventing Forgettal to use as a weapon, but then you've got a population segment which embraces it for their personal, and obviously eventually society's, self-destruction in the book.
I think some of the book's main message is that if there are commercial science things people can think of and make happen doesn't mean we should, at least not without intelligent guidance, if we are even capable of such foresight. A subset thought of that, is commercialism can spread a lot of bad, but those of us people and our created animal versions of ourselves who have no personal filters or judgement will decide the shape of our society even if we personally choose to NOT indulge or participate.
Lethem wrote a literary literature masterpiece, in my opinion. It’s an idea-spiraling, mad magic distorted mirror funhouse, a literary Trojan Horse of a book!
Books are my escape from this current time, and I chose to escape my problems reading a book about a man's search for an escape from his reality.
Admit it, as you live your life today, don't you find yourself thinking sometimes, gee, this is exactly like that scene in *blank* movie, or, this event in my life should have dramatic music right now? I've often wondered if entertainment media is inadvertently reshaping our actual memories or it’s reshaping feelings away from experienced reality ....however, Lethem is going to a darker place than this.
Controlling thinking through social means might result in having a world of seemingly robotic people all on the same page, thinking the same way about things, which is where Lethem's world appears to be going. But I couldn't understand with the level of genetic manipulation already being used by the authorities in the book why control of thinking wasn't totally locked down without using social manipulation. However, this is a slight quibble I have with Lethem’s novel. Perhaps genetic manipulations of the brain for innate mind control isn’t good if a society wants people with brains that function with broader depths.
One genetic manipulation for sale is the babyheads, which are manufactured beings that occasionally turn into permanent, up-to-3-foot tall, baby-headed humans. They have unhappy personalities.
Not everything we want is good, or nurturing, for society or for our humanity.
However, let's get to the plot.
Maynard Stanhunt's death is announced with background musical ascending runs that don't resolve, the violins stabbing without peaks on the musical news. Conrad Metcalf, private Inquisitor, is surprised and interested. He knows he will get a visit from the Inquisitor's office. He had quit working for Stanhunt two weeks previously when the man had asked if Metcalf would rough up his wife, Celeste, after the PI had tracked her down and followed her around for awhile. Stanhunt suspected her of having an affair.
Now, someone has shot Stanhunt to death in a sleazy motel room. Since Stanhurt was an affluent doctor, urologist, specializing in treating prostate diseases (most of which slowly kill you over decades, just like bad personal vices), Metcalf is surprised. Stanhunt had a lot of karmic points! Karmic points are assigned people for being good, and often only privileged, citizens. But Metcalf is not shocked. In the course of the job, Metcalf had discovered Stanhunt was a major Forgettal addict. Forgettal is a drug that causes amnesia. (Most 'make' mixes - mood altering drugs - are commonly available to the public, similar to cigarettes and alcohol, but certain ‘makes’ are extremely damaging and others are actually illegal. Snorting makes is less damaging than the needle, but it doesn't stop the more profound addicts from using makes by needle anyway.) Metcalf isn't too worried about his involvement because he assumes the Inquisitors have already decided on who is guilty. Otherwise, he assumes, the story would not be on the ‘verbal’ news.
Metcalf used to work for the government Inquisitor's Office, but he had discovered the agency was full of bullies and corrupt administrators. He has his own office and works private cases now. He tries to avoid his former co-workers because each time he runs into them, he is threatened with losing karma points. He often loses karma points because he often refuses to cooperate with them. In the world of this future, people earn or lose karmic points on an identity card they must carry with them. If their karma is reduced to zero, it means you will be frozen insensate in a locker for a period of years, sentence determined by the crime. However, it isn't only crimes which permit the Inquisitors to take away your karma points. They sometimes have orders from higher-ups to remove points as a warning to stay away from certain cases.
Then Orton Angwine walks into Metcalf's office looking for a chance to escape being the one chosen by the police as scapegoat for Stanhunt's murder. He is the brother of Celeste Stanhunt, wife of the murdered man. Metcalf knows this case is a lost cause - either he proves Angwine is innocent and thus brings himself to the attention of Inquisitors as a good suspect to convict for the murder, or he steps on powerful toes, which will result in the same ending - his freezing. However, after indulging in his own mix of make - Acceptol, Regrettol, addictol - he decides to look into the case.
As usual with mysteries, there are a ton of possible suspects and shady characters, including underworld deviants, business partners, girlfriends and boyfriends. In addition, the police are protecting the powerful whether they are from the underworld or respectable business.
Nothing is being overlooked in shaping public opinion and private moods, if arranging how people feel and think can be called 'having an opinion.'
One of the weirder, and nonsensical, whimsies Lethem invents is a switching of nerve endings between two people of opposite sexes. Metcalf has switched the nerve endings in his penis with a woman he was dating so that when he feels sexual desire, he feels it as if he has a vagina. In the book, this is resulting in a much dimmer experience, so much so he thinks sex is a waste of his time. Although I have spent more time than I will admit to musing about the meanings behind this startling development, I cannot think of what this could possibly mean symbolically or otherwise. Red herring? Definitely a fishy part of the plot.
I think this book is all caricature and satire. Although EVERY marketing blurb and most readers are calling it a P. K. Dick and Raymond Chandler mashup, it struck me as a book that is totally making fun of geek love on every level using the genre of detective mysteries primarily as the vehicle to make the author's points. The 'science fiction' elements were nothing but a teeny tiny mask covering up the pure sheer ridiculousness and fun the author was having in writing as extreme of a satire as he could and yet get away with it. This was similar to an athlete skating as close to the surface of melting ice covering a lake as possible and not fall through to the cold waters below and drowning. In my opinion, Dick wrote science fiction novels which logically extrapolated a future from the current science and social mores of his time. Lethem did not do this, in my opinion. He appeared to stretch extrapolated ideas past the breaking point of logic to service his projected fears. The science fiction aspect was minimal and often fell into literary metaphors so deep this struck me as closer to magical realism.
Never mind. I still liked it. I couldn't love it, though, or care about the characters very much. Dick created characters I cared about or liked.
Clever satire - five stars
Raymond Chandler imitation - three stars, but it's a terrific effort
Recommendation: perfect for taking on vacation!
8/21/14
I keep thinking about this book!
Part of this book's dark noir philosophical explorations is how a consumer society actually utilizes the tools, science, learning and fun fads initially purchased by regular middle- and upper-class people. Stuff degrades into depraved twisted uses and devices.
For example, in our world today, OxyContin is an excellent painkiller for people with devastating pain, enabling them to live a better productive life. But people morphed its intended use into a terrible body- and life- killing addiction by crushing the pills for getting an addicted useless high, destroying motivation to live their life.
Also, simply being able to invent and make available or introduce a new science, product or society-changing event (television sets, radios, cars, machine manufactured goods, airplanes, the Internet, 'test tube' egg fertilization which we are doing with farm animals today not just people by the way, credit cards, etc.) may cause society to veer wildly in unexpected directions, which actually has happened in reality. Currently, our society loves creating committees to discuss how something should be controlled or managed or taxed, but usually long after society has embraced a technology or product for good AND ill.
The animal intelligence uplift probably didn't begin with the intention of creating a new type of prostitute, or for animals being given the opportunity to create a meaningful life as a murdering underworld mobster. It could have begun for altruistic reasons, or people saw a monetizing possibility in charming people into a purchase, but people, as usual, grew tired or bored with their new toy.
Also, I can see a government inventing Forgettal to use as a weapon, but then you've got a population segment which embraces it for their personal, and obviously eventually society's, self-destruction in the book.
I think some of the book's main message is that if there are commercial science things people can think of and make happen doesn't mean we should, at least not without intelligent guidance, if we are even capable of such foresight. A subset thought of that, is commercialism can spread a lot of bad, but those of us people and our created animal versions of ourselves who have no personal filters or judgement will decide the shape of our society even if we personally choose to NOT indulge or participate.
Lethem wrote a literary literature masterpiece, in my opinion. It’s an idea-spiraling, mad magic distorted mirror funhouse, a literary Trojan Horse of a book!
Books are my escape from this current time, and I chose to escape my problems reading a book about a man's search for an escape from his reality.
October 31, 2020
The characters in this story mix their own special blends of drugs to give them just what they need to get through life. This book is its own special blend of sub-genres – mostly detective noir with a heavy dash of cyberpunk and a sprinkling of dystopia. I think it was missing some addictol though, because I never had trouble putting it down. I liked it more toward the beginning, but it started getting tedious around the middle. Toward the end things picked back up, but there were things that annoyed me.
I haven’t read tons of them, but I’m not usually a big fan of detective noir. This one has a lot of the inevitable tropes. Some of them were slightly different from the norm, but it felt like the usual anyway. The main character, Metcalf, is a down and out male detective. He has an addiction to drugs. Usually I expect an addiction to alcohol and/or tobacco, but drugs are the thing in this book and they’re available for free because they help keep society under control. Metcalf had the inevitable problematic history with a woman, although in this case that problem was a bit different and moderately amusing. And of course Metcalf was trying to solve a case that nobody wanted him to work on. Very familiar stuff, although the setting itself was a bit outside the norm and I kind of liked the answer to the original murder mystery.
Despite the tropes, I enjoyed it more often than not. Metcalf has a dry sense of humor that appealed to me and provoked a few chuckles, although he was also crude at times. The cyberpunkish dystopian world had a lot of familiar aspects to it also, but it was reasonably interesting and not so overdone as to get on my nerves. (Cyberpunk is another subgenre I don’t usually do well with.) Metcalf’s questioning of various people and the types of things that happened grew repetitive, so that was one issue. If I’m going to read a mystery, I also prefer to see things done more logically and methodically. This was one of those stories where the main character repeatedly goes into things unprepared and figures things out more through dumb luck and intuition than by finding and assembling tangible clues.
Also just a note that my Kindle edition had several OCR errors, mostly in the form of missing or stray punctuation, with just a couple words that appeared to be misprinted because they looked similar to the intended word. It wasn’t the worst I’d ever seen, but a little distracting at times. I bought it on sale from Amazon U.S. in late 2019.
I haven’t read tons of them, but I’m not usually a big fan of detective noir. This one has a lot of the inevitable tropes. Some of them were slightly different from the norm, but it felt like the usual anyway. The main character, Metcalf, is a down and out male detective. He has an addiction to drugs. Usually I expect an addiction to alcohol and/or tobacco, but drugs are the thing in this book and they’re available for free because they help keep society under control. Metcalf had the inevitable problematic history with a woman, although in this case that problem was a bit different and moderately amusing. And of course Metcalf was trying to solve a case that nobody wanted him to work on. Very familiar stuff, although the setting itself was a bit outside the norm and I kind of liked the answer to the original murder mystery.
Despite the tropes, I enjoyed it more often than not. Metcalf has a dry sense of humor that appealed to me and provoked a few chuckles, although he was also crude at times. The cyberpunkish dystopian world had a lot of familiar aspects to it also, but it was reasonably interesting and not so overdone as to get on my nerves. (Cyberpunk is another subgenre I don’t usually do well with.) Metcalf’s questioning of various people and the types of things that happened grew repetitive, so that was one issue. If I’m going to read a mystery, I also prefer to see things done more logically and methodically. This was one of those stories where the main character repeatedly goes into things unprepared and figures things out more through dumb luck and intuition than by finding and assembling tangible clues.
Also just a note that my Kindle edition had several OCR errors, mostly in the form of missing or stray punctuation, with just a couple words that appeared to be misprinted because they looked similar to the intended word. It wasn’t the worst I’d ever seen, but a little distracting at times. I bought it on sale from Amazon U.S. in late 2019.
December 28, 2008
somebody lent me this book because they know i love my noir, and the book pays off in that regard but the notion that this is science fiction or a successor to pkd is confusing to me -- the world lethem introduces us to has drugs coming out the wazoo, and there are evolved animals yes, but really? that all seems window dressing, a spin on what is primarily a detective story. lots of what i would consider the speculative elements don't actually seem to go anywhere -- why is text outlawed? what's this about musical news? i never did understand the society that the story spins out in -- these sci-fi elements don't seem to signify.
it also felt a helluva lot like chandler in terms of plotting: who killed who and for why now? does it matter? not really. a good beach book, i think. i'd give it 3.5 stars but i can't get excited enough about it to give it 4 -- it's good writing but something about his voice seemed a little smarmy at times, perhaps because it was his first novel?
it also felt a helluva lot like chandler in terms of plotting: who killed who and for why now? does it matter? not really. a good beach book, i think. i'd give it 3.5 stars but i can't get excited enough about it to give it 4 -- it's good writing but something about his voice seemed a little smarmy at times, perhaps because it was his first novel?
April 7, 2019
Raymond Chandler meets Philip K. Dick? I didn't expect to like this odd near future neo-noir quite so much. If you like Blade Runner, The Big Sleep, and Who Framed Roger Rabbit you'll have to give this trippy novel a try. I'm going to have to read more sci-fi noir and Jonathan Lethem in the future.
August 19, 2014
I see now what all the fuss is about. This is a fantastic book. The writing style blew me away. I really enjoyed it and found the humour particularly brilliant. The dystopian world Jonathan Lethem builds is presented so casually and is actually one of the most terrifying I've ever read of. Sure, many aspects of this world have been in other books, but not quite like this. And there's just something about how this is written that makes you laugh while a chill runs down your spine. It's really rather remarkable.
The story itself is interesting with a great ending to the mystery. But I do think that the most interesting part of this book was the world in which it took place. Babyheads, evolved animals, make, karma, the freezer house, the taboos of the time. Loved it. And so well written! I'd never have guessed this was his debut.
The story itself is interesting with a great ending to the mystery. But I do think that the most interesting part of this book was the world in which it took place. Babyheads, evolved animals, make, karma, the freezer house, the taboos of the time. Loved it. And so well written! I'd never have guessed this was his debut.
September 14, 2021
I absolutely loved this book. It is pulpy bananas. It's really good sci-fi and brain fryingly good noir. Its noir sci-fi. What! I didnt even know such a thing was a thing. Lethem is so funny in the darkest sense. This version of the future is terrifying because it's so believable. Questions can only be asked by people with a license. Drug use is not only legalized but hyper encouraged because people are capable of giving up their rights if they can avoid any negative feeling. I cant think of a better way to control a population. I mean happy slaves dont escape, happy sheep are effortlessly lead to slaughter. My favorite thing is the unreliable hard boiled detective.
December 7, 2023
"Gun, with Occasional Music" by Jonathan Lethem dives into a zany world where hard-boiled detective fiction meets off-the-wall sci-fi. Picture a classic noir story, but with talking kangaroos and super-smart babies thrown into the mix. 🕵️♂️🐰🎷
In a dystopian Oakland, we meet Conrad Metcalf, a private investigator not quite like any other. The setting is a future where society runs on 'Forgettol' pills and a drug called 'Make.' The story is a madcap murder mystery with evolved animals and a gritty, dark undertone. It's fast-paced, packed with snarky humor, and offers a unique twist on the detective genre.
Pros:
👍 Innovative Genre Mix: Lethem masterfully blends sci-fi and noir, creating a refreshing and captivating narrative.
👍 Rich World-Building: The setting is both bizarre and intriguing, pulling you into its peculiar world.
👍 Unique Characters: From talking animals to intelligent babies, the characters add an unforgettable flavor.
👍 Sharp Social Commentary: Amidst the wild plot, there's a clever critique on societal norms and behaviors.
Cons:
👎 May Be Too Outlandish: The eccentric nature of the story might not appeal to everyone.
👎 Complex Storyline: With its twists and unconventional plot, the book can be challenging to follow.
👎 Dark Themes: The narrative has a gritty edge that might not be to everyone's liking.
👎 Uneven Pace: The pacing can be a bit erratic, making the flow of the story uneven at times.
Rating:
⭐⭐⭐⭐☆
I give "Gun, with Occasional Music" a 4 out of 5 stars. It's an adventurous, quirky read ideal for those who enjoy a blend of science fiction and detective noir. While it may be a bit too unconventional for some, it stands out for its creativity and bold storytelling.
Reading Suggestions Similar to This Book:
1. "The Eyre Affair" by Jasper Fforde: A delightful blend of fantasy, literary references, and crime fiction.
2. "Altered Carbon" by Richard K. Morgan: Combines sci-fi with detective elements in a captivating narrative.
3. "Chantilly" by Savior Sullivan : An engaging read for those who appreciate inventive storytelling and compelling narratives.
In a dystopian Oakland, we meet Conrad Metcalf, a private investigator not quite like any other. The setting is a future where society runs on 'Forgettol' pills and a drug called 'Make.' The story is a madcap murder mystery with evolved animals and a gritty, dark undertone. It's fast-paced, packed with snarky humor, and offers a unique twist on the detective genre.
Pros:
👍 Innovative Genre Mix: Lethem masterfully blends sci-fi and noir, creating a refreshing and captivating narrative.
👍 Rich World-Building: The setting is both bizarre and intriguing, pulling you into its peculiar world.
👍 Unique Characters: From talking animals to intelligent babies, the characters add an unforgettable flavor.
👍 Sharp Social Commentary: Amidst the wild plot, there's a clever critique on societal norms and behaviors.
Cons:
👎 May Be Too Outlandish: The eccentric nature of the story might not appeal to everyone.
👎 Complex Storyline: With its twists and unconventional plot, the book can be challenging to follow.
👎 Dark Themes: The narrative has a gritty edge that might not be to everyone's liking.
👎 Uneven Pace: The pacing can be a bit erratic, making the flow of the story uneven at times.
Rating:
⭐⭐⭐⭐☆
I give "Gun, with Occasional Music" a 4 out of 5 stars. It's an adventurous, quirky read ideal for those who enjoy a blend of science fiction and detective noir. While it may be a bit too unconventional for some, it stands out for its creativity and bold storytelling.
Reading Suggestions Similar to This Book:
1. "The Eyre Affair" by Jasper Fforde: A delightful blend of fantasy, literary references, and crime fiction.
2. "Altered Carbon" by Richard K. Morgan: Combines sci-fi with detective elements in a captivating narrative.
3. "Chantilly" by Savior Sullivan : An engaging read for those who appreciate inventive storytelling and compelling narratives.
October 2, 2015
In the same way non-inquisitors are not supposed to ask questions in this novel's setting, readers shouldn't ask too many questions, lest the thin facade Lethem built crash down and reveal his underdeveloped world building. Questions such as how society came to a point with such controlled media, freely available addictive drugs, evolved animals and "babyheads," and yet so few other technological advancements. Altered Carbon takes a similarly noir approach to science fiction, but Richard K. Morgan's universe feels real and lived in, while this feels like an Old Hollywood set.
Also, do women really need to be slapped in the face in every noir book? Was it not already clear this was noir inspired without that? And this from the P.I. that was gender transformed to have female sexual responses, a confusing subplot that did not serve the story in the least. Seriously, why even mention it? Just to make the story needlessly weirder? Or are we supposed to believe his attitude at the end of the book -- which made no sense -- was in some way related to not being a full, complete male? I think that may be overanalyzing a text that isn't that deep. The end really wanted to have the gravitas of 1984, but it just didn't feel earned in the least.
Don't get the idea I hated this book from my above criticism. It was okay, as long as you don't expect too much from it. But it is definitely not the best example of noir, science fiction, or dystopian literature, although it is a fairly interesting, if underdeveloped, mix of all three.
Also, do women really need to be slapped in the face in every noir book? Was it not already clear this was noir inspired without that? And this from the P.I. that was gender transformed to have female sexual responses, a confusing subplot that did not serve the story in the least. Seriously, why even mention it? Just to make the story needlessly weirder? Or are we supposed to believe his attitude at the end of the book -- which made no sense -- was in some way related to not being a full, complete male? I think that may be overanalyzing a text that isn't that deep. The end really wanted to have the gravitas of 1984, but it just didn't feel earned in the least.
Don't get the idea I hated this book from my above criticism. It was okay, as long as you don't expect too much from it. But it is definitely not the best example of noir, science fiction, or dystopian literature, although it is a fairly interesting, if underdeveloped, mix of all three.
August 15, 2011
I wanted to like this book, I really did. A nice little mixture of the standard down-on-his-luck detective story and the dystopian science fiction future setting, with some humor mixed in - what's not to like, right? Sadly, it turns out there isn't much I can say for it. Lethem gives us this cobbled-together society with evolved animals, "evolved" babies, this wonderful mixture of government-issue chemicals that pretty much everyone imbibes with regularity, and a karma-tracking system - but why? Where did any of this come from? How did this society come to exist? And if we don't know any of that, why should it really matter that the main character is being chased around by a gun-toting kangaroo instead of a regular guy?
Blah. World-building shouldn't be at the expense of story, but if you're going to come up with some quirky new future society, it pretty much ruins the effect if you just throw a bunch of random crap together and don't bother to explain how it got that way.
Also? The "mystery" was boring. And the resolution I suppose sort of made sense, just not in any sort of way that I managed to care about. So it pretty much failed at that too.
Can you tell I was a bit disappointed?
Liked the writing style though. Lethem definitely has a nice touch with the language.
Blah. World-building shouldn't be at the expense of story, but if you're going to come up with some quirky new future society, it pretty much ruins the effect if you just throw a bunch of random crap together and don't bother to explain how it got that way.
Also? The "mystery" was boring. And the resolution I suppose sort of made sense, just not in any sort of way that I managed to care about. So it pretty much failed at that too.
Can you tell I was a bit disappointed?
Liked the writing style though. Lethem definitely has a nice touch with the language.
October 27, 2008
"Gun, with Occasional Music" is the best kind of science fiction- you barely know it's science fiction at all. Every aspect of the world Lethem has created is in service of the plot, even the bits that seem overly goofy or derivative at first, not the other way around.
The story is a slab of thick noir starring the every-P.I. Metcaff. Letham casts the heavy as an evolved kangaroo, and his world also features 3-foot tall evolved babies. While this could come off as "Disney Does Noir", there's very little here to remind us of Baby Herman from "Roger Rabbit". And animals, quite frankly, aren't always cute.
The book is bleak in all the right places, with just enough wise-ass contrariness to offer a little hope. The ubiquitous etaphors are apt. And the story ends as it should, as the world and its players dictate that it must. No little green men can save you now.
The story is a slab of thick noir starring the every-P.I. Metcaff. Letham casts the heavy as an evolved kangaroo, and his world also features 3-foot tall evolved babies. While this could come off as "Disney Does Noir", there's very little here to remind us of Baby Herman from "Roger Rabbit". And animals, quite frankly, aren't always cute.
The book is bleak in all the right places, with just enough wise-ass contrariness to offer a little hope. The ubiquitous etaphors are apt. And the story ends as it should, as the world and its players dictate that it must. No little green men can save you now.
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