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Cloudthief: A Novel
Why settle for nothing, when you can steal everything?
Forget banks, casinos, museums—society’s most valuable treasure sits in the giant, anonymous data centers that power modern life. There, in endless rows of hard drives, lies the sum of our civilization’s knowledge, all of the world’s personal and private truths, uploaded and saved. They wait unseen, unexploited, and, most critically, unguarded.
Tim is a climate journalist disillusioned with chronicling the end of the world. Virginia is an evasive, paranoid, and technologically savvy con artist who has found an ingenious way to live off the grid in the heart of Manhattan. Joined by desire and desperation, they hatch a plan to steal secrets. But they have secrets of their own—secrets they can’t tell each other, secrets that could destroy them both...
With their last few dollars and some dimestore wigs they set out for the outskirts of Tulsa, Oklahoma, the unlikely site of the world’s largest repository of knowledge—a data center the size of a small city—to attempt a brazen heist that, whether they fail or succeed, will change their lives forever.
But the heist is only the beginning.
From the award-winning author Nathaniel Rich, Cloudthief is a heist novel for a new era, in which the most valuable things in life are virtual, privacy is a sick joke, and security is relative. After all is lost, what remains?
Forget banks, casinos, museums—society’s most valuable treasure sits in the giant, anonymous data centers that power modern life. There, in endless rows of hard drives, lies the sum of our civilization’s knowledge, all of the world’s personal and private truths, uploaded and saved. They wait unseen, unexploited, and, most critically, unguarded.
Tim is a climate journalist disillusioned with chronicling the end of the world. Virginia is an evasive, paranoid, and technologically savvy con artist who has found an ingenious way to live off the grid in the heart of Manhattan. Joined by desire and desperation, they hatch a plan to steal secrets. But they have secrets of their own—secrets they can’t tell each other, secrets that could destroy them both...
With their last few dollars and some dimestore wigs they set out for the outskirts of Tulsa, Oklahoma, the unlikely site of the world’s largest repository of knowledge—a data center the size of a small city—to attempt a brazen heist that, whether they fail or succeed, will change their lives forever.
But the heist is only the beginning.
From the award-winning author Nathaniel Rich, Cloudthief is a heist novel for a new era, in which the most valuable things in life are virtual, privacy is a sick joke, and security is relative. After all is lost, what remains?
304 pages, Hardcover
First published July 14, 2026
About the author
Nathaniel Rich
30 books184 followersNathaniel Rich is an American novelist and essayist. He is the author of Losing Earth: A Recent History, which received awards from the Society of Environmental Journalists and the American Institute of Physicists and was a finalist for the PEN/E.O. Wilson Literary Science Writing Award; and the novels King Zeno, Odds Against Tomorrow, and The Mayor's Tongue. He is a writer-at-large at the New York Times Magazine and a regular contributor to Harper's and the New York Review of Books. His next book, Second Nature: Scenes from a World Remade, will be published in late March. Rich lives in New Orleans.
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July 14, 2026
Blue diamonds. Vermeer paintings. Gold bars.
These are the treasures of great heist novels.
But Nathaniel Rich’s new thriller isn’t eyeing anything so quaint — or, frankly, any thing at all.
Cloudthief is a novel scheming in the modern age when our wealthiest companies lay up their treasures in heaven, where thieves do not break through nor steal.
God help us.
Nowadays, the most precious treasure is, of course, data — that incalculably vast stream of bits and bytes ascended to the cloud. It holds our retirement savings and our angry tweets, our medical records and our selfies, including every email, website, message and video, a trove of secrets capable of securing or destroying every nation, corporation, and person on earth.
Except it turns out that “the cloud” is a somewhat fanciful metaphor. As straining towns across America are discovering, our data doesn’t actually hover in some cumulonimbus mind. Instead, that invaluable information is encoded on millions of hard drives spinning away in sprawling data centers here on terra firma. Where thieves do, indeed, break through and steal.
Tim, the narrator of Cloudthief, had no intention of ever becoming a crook, petty or otherwise. When we meet him, he’s looking back more than two decades to a time when he worked as a journalist. “It was one of the ancient trades driven into obsolescence by digital technology,” he explains. “It disappeared not long after the phrenologist, the broomsquire, the VCR repairman.” That voice, locked in sardonic mourning, is our guide through this tale of bizarre derring-do.
It begins, as so many bad ideas do, with a....
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These are the treasures of great heist novels.
But Nathaniel Rich’s new thriller isn’t eyeing anything so quaint — or, frankly, any thing at all.
Cloudthief is a novel scheming in the modern age when our wealthiest companies lay up their treasures in heaven, where thieves do not break through nor steal.
God help us.
Nowadays, the most precious treasure is, of course, data — that incalculably vast stream of bits and bytes ascended to the cloud. It holds our retirement savings and our angry tweets, our medical records and our selfies, including every email, website, message and video, a trove of secrets capable of securing or destroying every nation, corporation, and person on earth.
Except it turns out that “the cloud” is a somewhat fanciful metaphor. As straining towns across America are discovering, our data doesn’t actually hover in some cumulonimbus mind. Instead, that invaluable information is encoded on millions of hard drives spinning away in sprawling data centers here on terra firma. Where thieves do, indeed, break through and steal.
Tim, the narrator of Cloudthief, had no intention of ever becoming a crook, petty or otherwise. When we meet him, he’s looking back more than two decades to a time when he worked as a journalist. “It was one of the ancient trades driven into obsolescence by digital technology,” he explains. “It disappeared not long after the phrenologist, the broomsquire, the VCR repairman.” That voice, locked in sardonic mourning, is our guide through this tale of bizarre derring-do.
It begins, as so many bad ideas do, with a....
Read the rest of this review for free on Substack:
https://roncharles.substack.com/p/the...
May 31, 2026
This partially suffers from something along these lines now having been done, even stupider, by our current government (DOGE and Musk walking off with all of our PII, hello), and partially suffers from a third part that feels like a failed grand gesture from both the protagonist and the author. Better luck next time?
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July 29, 2026The funny thing about Nathaniel Rich, at least to me, is that I’ve read two of his novels (including this one) but have never got around to reading a book by his brother Simon Rich despite owning most (possibly all) of his collections. The thing is, I know I will love Simon’s surrealist, genre-inflected short fiction if I crack open a cover. I’ve enjoyed the couple of stories I’ve heard on This American Life and I adored Simon Rich’s TV series Man Seeking Woman. Yet, when it comes to the jottings of the Rich brothers, it’s only ever been Nathaniel—first King Zeno, which is awesome, and now Cloudthief, which is not as awesome but still pretty good.*
The novel is set (initially) in New York just over a decade ago, around the time when the phrase “cloud computing” was becoming ubiquitous, but before we** really understood the massive, physical, resource-guzzling infrastructure that underpinned it. Our unnamed narrator is a freelance journalist known for his urgent sound-the-alarm work on the coming climate apocalypse. When we meet him, he’s with his mate Ces, a shady fellow who insists you can make easy money stealing shit from self-storage facilities. Although he initially dismisses the idea, Ces convinces him (though he doesn’t need to push that hard) that there might be a story in it—even if it means breaking the law. Anywho, they gain access to the facility, open a few storage units, find them (disappointingly) filled with people’s detritus, and decide to head home with a modest haul (that’s overstating things).
But before they leave, Ces shows the narrator a unit that’s locked from the inside. Living in said unit, as they’ll soon discover, is Virginia. The narrator’s first impression is not entirely positive: “Her teeth were snaggled to some minor degree that gave her face a serpentine cast, though her lips were full, red. She did not strike me as pretty, at least not in any conventional way… She was hard, like a crag, or shaved ice.” But when she smiles, “…the glacier melted, revealing a dancing girlish silliness.” Yes, our narrator can be a bit of an objectifying dick.
Anyway, it turns out that Virginia is not a crazy person but is instead living off the grid. She has spent the last several years erasing her digital identity. She makes money using crypto to bet on prediction markets. It’s Virginia who suggests to the narrator—who has promptly fallen in love with her—that they steal some servers from one of Google’s data centres.***
This is maybe the fiftieth contemporary book**** I’ve read this year featuring wounded, dysfunctional people. I’m blaming the 2016 wave of populism that hammered the last nail in the coffin of society.***** In this case, while our narrator can be an arse, and while Virginia is, at times, so opaque as to be impenetrable, Rich does a terrific job showing us glimpses of who they once were and what they might have been if they hadn’t endured difficult childhoods—traumatic ones in Virginia’s case.
The cloud computing, data-centre stuff is fine if you don’t know the history (which I do). The heist is hilariously basic—it’s no Ocean’s Eleven. But I liked it, especially the narrator leaning on fiction to research the typical pitfalls of heist-ery. (He’s constantly expecting Virginia to betray him. And she sort of does … but also, she sort of doesn’t.)
Cloudthief is also a book about books (copyright Andy Miller), or, specifically, one book: Véronique Le Guen’s Seule au fond du gouffre. It’s a memoir, never translated into English, about the months Le Guen spent alone in a cave. The book is about loneliness and isolation—a reflection of the narrator’s state of mind and, we start to realise, Virginia’s.
There’s more. I haven’t mentioned the narrator’s sister, who is suffering from Usher syndrome—an illness that becomes increasingly central to the story. There’s also a subplot involving classified Pentagon information regarding UFOs, or unidentified anomalous phenomena (UAP). It’s not as bonkers as it sounds; it’s just one of the quirky threads that weave their way through the novel.
While not every aspect of Cloudthief worked for me (the UAP stuff is an example, mostly because it feels like it’s going somewhere and then doesn’t), I was never not entertained and emotionally invested in this surprisingly slim novel. Good work, Nathaniel Rich. And again, sorry, Simon.
*Simon, if you’re reading this, I promise to read one of your books before your bro writes another novel. PROMISE!
**Your average punter, e.g. me.
***To protect against lawsuits, Google is presented as G—. Same goes for M— and A—.
****Slight exaggeration. But Yesteryear, Lost Lamb, and The Rouse, three novels that will never be mentioned again in the same sentence, all revolve around fucked-up people.
*****I know books involving broken people predate 2016. But there just feels like there’s more of it. I accept it might be recency bias, but fuck it. I’m calling it a trend.
The novel is set (initially) in New York just over a decade ago, around the time when the phrase “cloud computing” was becoming ubiquitous, but before we** really understood the massive, physical, resource-guzzling infrastructure that underpinned it. Our unnamed narrator is a freelance journalist known for his urgent sound-the-alarm work on the coming climate apocalypse. When we meet him, he’s with his mate Ces, a shady fellow who insists you can make easy money stealing shit from self-storage facilities. Although he initially dismisses the idea, Ces convinces him (though he doesn’t need to push that hard) that there might be a story in it—even if it means breaking the law. Anywho, they gain access to the facility, open a few storage units, find them (disappointingly) filled with people’s detritus, and decide to head home with a modest haul (that’s overstating things).
But before they leave, Ces shows the narrator a unit that’s locked from the inside. Living in said unit, as they’ll soon discover, is Virginia. The narrator’s first impression is not entirely positive: “Her teeth were snaggled to some minor degree that gave her face a serpentine cast, though her lips were full, red. She did not strike me as pretty, at least not in any conventional way… She was hard, like a crag, or shaved ice.” But when she smiles, “…the glacier melted, revealing a dancing girlish silliness.” Yes, our narrator can be a bit of an objectifying dick.
Anyway, it turns out that Virginia is not a crazy person but is instead living off the grid. She has spent the last several years erasing her digital identity. She makes money using crypto to bet on prediction markets. It’s Virginia who suggests to the narrator—who has promptly fallen in love with her—that they steal some servers from one of Google’s data centres.***
This is maybe the fiftieth contemporary book**** I’ve read this year featuring wounded, dysfunctional people. I’m blaming the 2016 wave of populism that hammered the last nail in the coffin of society.***** In this case, while our narrator can be an arse, and while Virginia is, at times, so opaque as to be impenetrable, Rich does a terrific job showing us glimpses of who they once were and what they might have been if they hadn’t endured difficult childhoods—traumatic ones in Virginia’s case.
The cloud computing, data-centre stuff is fine if you don’t know the history (which I do). The heist is hilariously basic—it’s no Ocean’s Eleven. But I liked it, especially the narrator leaning on fiction to research the typical pitfalls of heist-ery. (He’s constantly expecting Virginia to betray him. And she sort of does … but also, she sort of doesn’t.)
Cloudthief is also a book about books (copyright Andy Miller), or, specifically, one book: Véronique Le Guen’s Seule au fond du gouffre. It’s a memoir, never translated into English, about the months Le Guen spent alone in a cave. The book is about loneliness and isolation—a reflection of the narrator’s state of mind and, we start to realise, Virginia’s.
There’s more. I haven’t mentioned the narrator’s sister, who is suffering from Usher syndrome—an illness that becomes increasingly central to the story. There’s also a subplot involving classified Pentagon information regarding UFOs, or unidentified anomalous phenomena (UAP). It’s not as bonkers as it sounds; it’s just one of the quirky threads that weave their way through the novel.
While not every aspect of Cloudthief worked for me (the UAP stuff is an example, mostly because it feels like it’s going somewhere and then doesn’t), I was never not entertained and emotionally invested in this surprisingly slim novel. Good work, Nathaniel Rich. And again, sorry, Simon.
*Simon, if you’re reading this, I promise to read one of your books before your bro writes another novel. PROMISE!
**Your average punter, e.g. me.
***To protect against lawsuits, Google is presented as G—. Same goes for M— and A—.
****Slight exaggeration. But Yesteryear, Lost Lamb, and The Rouse, three novels that will never be mentioned again in the same sentence, all revolve around fucked-up people.
*****I know books involving broken people predate 2016. But there just feels like there’s more of it. I accept it might be recency bias, but fuck it. I’m calling it a trend.
Review of advance copy received from NetGalley
After a promising start the story just kind of meandered and then petered out. I liked the setup and the characters and the tension between them. I was willing to ignore the environmental apocalypse theme in the background. But then story crested with the heist and then seemed to lose track of where it was going. The voice, tone and plot drive all lost their focus and it seemed like the ending was just thrown together. Interesting start, disappointing last third and finish.
July 25, 2026
A guy meets a woman who is living in a storage unit and together they steal a couple of discarded servers from A data center. The story Meers while the guy steals some bacteria that might cure his sister and his unborn child of a rare disease. It seems like the author was trying to create some profundity toward the end, but then it just sort of dribbles out. Interesting descriptions, and short enough to finish even though I kept checking to see how much was left.
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July 31, 2026
A ridiculous premise that never quite delivers. This book can’t decide what it wants to be - a heist novel, a romance, a buddy story, a philosophical commentary on big tech and the environment. But for all its flaws, it was readable enough to keep me turning pages until the bitter end. With no real payoff.
Review of advance copy received from Publisher
Appreciate the publisher for sending the ARC.
With no love or even like for any character, it was hard to enjoy the ramblings of this one. Most of it read like the characters were tripping. Just not for me.
With no love or even like for any character, it was hard to enjoy the ramblings of this one. Most of it read like the characters were tripping. Just not for me.
July 22, 2026
Data is the premium. Most companies pay a huge amount of money to secure data. Most data is secured in huge data farms located in heavily secured areas, usually rural. Tim and Virginia hatch a plan to steal data. This was a very fast paced interesting story. Very enjoyable.
July 26, 2026
I wanted to like this book. My daughter is an environmentalist and I live in the middle of the data center capital. But it needed editing. This oscillates between an essay on facts the author wanted to express and a story they tried to put around the essay.
July 20, 2026
Interesting twist on a heist novel. More literary than action-focused
July 24, 2026
Well paced novel, visiting both classic themes and new ideas. Enough twists and turns to keep a reader fully engaged.
July 31, 2026
A bit of a hybrid, a desperate story of loneliness, petty crimes, and bad decisions mixed with the ubiquity of high tech secrets all around us, Cloudthief is an engaging read.
August 3, 2026
3.5 stars. Unique premise and characters. The last chapter could have been condensed.
August 3, 2026
Honestly, this felt like a waste of my time.
August 4, 2026
This could have been so much better
August 6, 2026
don’t buy
The writer loves to hear himself talk…..reminds me of someone who spends 30 minutes setting up a 2 minute story….you keep wanting them to get to the point
The writer loves to hear himself talk…..reminds me of someone who spends 30 minutes setting up a 2 minute story….you keep wanting them to get to the point
August 7, 2026
not as good as it wants to be, but you know how it is
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August 7, 2026Goes in a big circle. Very complicated.
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