Sep 05
It’s come to this.
Sitting around the motel, my haircut and dirty undershirt making me look like the racist husband in an Oprah movie about the south. Having dinner with the dog.
We moved into a better motel today, the fancy one across the street (this one has a table and everything!) and received some good news. That is, we get the house keys on Monday.
Banks are slow.
I’m patient.
"This ultra-sharp, darkly satiric, hyper-speed novel is set in a world where multi-level mega malls serves as city states and everything on the outside lies in ruin. On the lower red levels, gang violence and media saturation and bio-tech designer drugs rule. During the weekend, slummers from the green levels leave their safe lives of jobs and families to partake in risky, sometimes deadly, fun on the red levels. And on every level, TV and advertisements literally penetrate the mind. Death is easy and life cheap, until that life is your own or your beloveds. Extreme stylization, great characters, and a high-level of intensity is maintained throughout. This is a whip-smart, truly violent novel that has at its core a still very human pulsing heart."
