So at BEA, Lucky Lana and I are walking around through all the white, washed, dockered masses with our black clothes and goth attitudes and tattoos blazing, and we see someone waving frantically at us down the aisle. It’s a girl — a cute girl! “Hey, Hey! I want you to have one of these! You need this!” She shoves a copy of Rick Dakan’s G33K MAFIA into my hands. A glow spreads over me, replacing the acrid taste of jesus and Midwest Mom Mullets in my mouth. “Yes.” I smile. “I need this.”
I’ve only read a little bit, so I can’t vouch for a lot, but it’s awfully cute. Here’s an excerpt:
“Sitting at the bar in Senor Goldstein’s Mexican restaurant in San Jose, California, Paul’s own artwork engaged him for the first time in months, maybe years. Under other circumstances, that would have made him happy. But today’s circumstances allowed only two emotions: despair and rage. Not wanting to succumb to the former, and not quite wanting to buy a gun and go back to the office, he decided to draw.
“Paul turned to a fresh page and had begun to sketch his most elaborate revenge scheme yet whan a woman walked into his line of vision. There were four of five other women in the resaurant already (most of them employees), but this one stood out. This one would’ve stood out anywhere. Her hair, cut short and spiky, was dyed a magenta so bright it seemed to glow. She wore a tight, violet t-shirt, baggy olive drab shorts that hung on shapely hips, and heavy black boots with two inch thick soles. She had a faded leather messenger bag slung across her chest, the strap pressing between her breasts. If Paul had to guess, she wasn’t wearing a bra. She definitely wasn’t your average Silicon Valley techie on an early lunch break, and certainly not a restaurant employee.”
Yup, he’s a wronged game designer and she’s in the g33k mafia, and I even skimmed ahead to find some bend-over-boyfriend dialogue, lots of revenge, hacking, gunplay and annoying right-wingers who are doing it “for the children”. This book just might have it all. Well anyway, I carried it all around BEA like a badge. Just so people would know. You know?
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