This succinct, surprising, infinitely self-knowing book is the Infinite Jest of the Twitter age all the same. Oh, and it's the Kurt Vonnegut, hell, the Swift and Voltaire of the Twitter age too, why not? He has come up with a satirical novel that, at least while you're immersed in it, makes everyone else's novels look like the blinkered artefacts of the bloated, tech-addled, smilingly exploitative western culture that he so nimbly takes to bits. It's vicious. It's a hoot. Dominic Maxwell The Times Beschreibung ausblenden