Seems to me that Pynchon tried to marry Up in Smoke with Harry Bosch and it just didn't work. The burned out doper routines occurring page after page just became boring and as a result I could never develop a relationship with any of the characters. Finally gave up.
Unless you're a die hard stoner this one will bore you to tears, save the credit.
If I had found this book when I was fourteen I might have enjoyed it, in the same way that teenagers enjoy movies like American Pie. Today, I just found it annoying. Pynchon's grabby prose is designed to impress and bang the author's own drum, not to communicate. In almost every paragraph you can see the pubescent author jumping up and down and shouting, "Hey Ma, look how cool I can write!" It's an annoying and inconsequential book about annoying and inconsequential characters, and for me it was a waste of a credit.
I was so distracted by the hippie hype and the rambling back and forth, I had no idea what was going on. Before the end of the first half, I gave up. Maybe I'm not such a great listener. Maybe if I listen to the rest of the book I will hear how the melange of hype and ramble result in a great listen. Please let me know if the listen is worth the time.