InFlATion is REYoung’s dystopian satire on modern consumer excess. In the city of Catabolus, Marty Grasso lives the Catabolian dream— he has a nice house, a self-driving car, a socially engaged wife, two kids excelling school, and an important job at huge government contractor working to expose the energy terrorists that are said to be crippling his city’s energy grid. But something’s eating at Marty as he and everyone around them eats themselves to satiation; something is definitely not right….
InFlATion benefits from REYoung’s exceptional lexical craftmanship. It bubbles with gorgeous dripping gelatinous fleshy bits and succulent sentences that themselves seem to salivate at every explosion of gustatory indulgence. It skewers not only our increasingly grotesque addiction to food, entertainment, and consumer delights, but also our social blinders, our desire to fit in and have those around us do the same, and our acceptance of autocracy when it serves our personal life-view.
But full-length satires are very hard to pull off without feeling cartoonish and derivative, and the plot arc here is both overly tentative and heavily indebted to a line of social exaggeration works such as White Noise, Brazil, Fahrenheit 451, 1984, and even WALL-E. So, InFlATion is not as original or striking as The Ironsmith, but much lighter in tone and lots of fun nonetheless.