Well, I’ll be damned! Sockpuppet took me on a thrilling reading journey. Very (very, very) current, humorous, rude and so darned realistic. Sockpuppet delivered geek to the max, a good number of twists, some moments where my jaw dropped, a good character set and authentic human relationships in the midst of technological miracles and meltdowns.
Sockpuppet gives you corporations (who are only after making a profit, right?), then there’s the Government who always swear they’re doing things for the benefit of the nation (ha-ha-hardy-ha!), we have the hackers or the IT geeks who are tirelessly fighting for freedom and all they want to do is write another long chunk of funky code and create something awesome. Mix media into this, some hacks, some leaks and you got yourself a sordid mess!
But wait… it’s not all… this book also deals out relationship dramas in spades.. don’t ask me how Blakstad managed to pull this all together into a coherent story but damn, did it work. We have cheating, sexually free-thinking individual(s) and someone who needs to admit to themselves their sexual preferences… during a big bloody mess, though, that shines a bright bloody spotlight on our characters. So, is it the best time to blow your supplier? To use your identity to log on to MeatSpace for some sexy talk even though you’re meant to lay low? As in, so low that you’re using a made up identity… Is it really the time to feel have a sexual identity crisis? But here’s the beauty of it when you look at the overall picture… Personal dramas don’t just stop- not so you can take a breather, and especially not because your professional life sucks donkey. You gotta spin all plates at once! I’m telling you. Sockpuppet has. it. all.
The writing in this book is fabulous… it’s the www talk (slang, pointless and brainless), it’s the PR talk (always politically correct), it’s the talk and thoughts of a deep-thinking human… I loved zero chapters. So, to end this review… read this book, by the way! it’s fantastic…here’s a quote I loved most!
How much do you pull each month after tax? A grand? Five? More?
Not bad, but you’re wrong. They pay you nothing. Unless you’re a plumber, a prostitute or paper boy, you never see cash. Your employer remits to your bank. Bank remits to bank. The bank dials down certain privileges on your employer’s account, and dials up yours. Nothing moves, nothing changes. Zero means nothing, a thousand means nothing, minus a million means nothing. Micro-transistors ratchet and the magnetic surface of distant hard drives rsutle. This has been the case so long we forget that money is a metaphor from an ancient marketplace.
The same thing’s happening to us: to our assets, our relationships, our souls. Transmitted by technology sufficiently advanced to be indistinguishable from reality. Held remotely. Owned.
Sockpuppet, dear book, you’re 100% right up my alley. Thank you for the satisfaction you offered me while I held you in my hands and read every line of you. Even though you look kind of ugly… like a pig… It’s not the looks that matter, right? You have a cracking personality and you and me, Sockpuppet, are gonna love each other a long time!