Cover for Thomas Pynchon's forthcoming novel, Inherent Vice.

That cover is like a Necker cube. It causes my mind to oscillate between two irreconcilable perspectives:

  1. This is a work of demented genius.
  2. OH MY GOD IT HURTS MAKE IT STOP.

The book itself hits bookstores this August. I guess this means I should get around to finishing Against the Day.