I thank Random House for this ARC. "New Waves" refers to bossa nova, a music style that the main characters, Margo and Lucas, have in common.
Lucas' parents almost named him Kevin but didn't when they learned his cousin had the name--a cousin Lucas has never met. And this is an example of the humor in this book. Kevin, the author, possibly or opaquely refers to himself and just as readily dismisses the guy.
Much later, Lucas mentions another Kevin, Kevin from "Wonder Years," and critiques his egocentric way of comforting a grieving Winnie.
I won't recount the general story as it's amply available. For two days, I enjoyed the ride filled with chuckles and uh-huh's to his spot-on commentary on race, gender, etc. I was not satisfied with the climax but that could be the most subjective part of the reading experience. From reading this book, I would definitely read more of his writing.
This book has a combination of wit, keen social observation and ample reference of social media. Social media binds the reader to the story because we can so relate to it: the dynamics of using it as well as the strangely palatable dangers within it (hacking, being manipulated, undergoing facial recognition, etc.). The arrogance of social media executives/founders features prominently here and, for better or worse, we readers recognize their inflated sense of themselves and their work. (As an aside, I would suggest that their misguided notions and our earlier acceptance of such led us to tolerate the current foolishness and danger of the orange dunce and his so-called Administration.)
Several quotes:
"She could disassemble and reassemble anything, including the hubris of men."
"To be black is the most terrestrial form of being, the lowest level of Earthling in the eyes of other people. (Margo)"..."At least you're American," I said. Maybe it was a weak attempt to get her to change direction. Maybe I just wanted her to see me as equal. "You see black people on TV, in music, in politics, in some form every day. Asians are foreign, alien, otherworldly. We might as well be invisible.(Lucas)"
"Science fiction makes me nostalgic for the future," Margo used to say, cryptically, but here the evidence was everywhere. Her futures were informed by the past.
The music was good, but it had a higher currency: obscurity.
There is, instead, a mutual callousness among New Yorkers. Sometimes we see that hardened self in others, and we mistake that recognition for compassion.
...she explained that white people spent an exorbitant amount of their energy saying racist things to prove they weren't racist.
"What does it mean that the world's most popular devices have been designed by and for the elite white men in Silicon Valley? Is this the new colonialism, a modern form of oppression that imposes the values and perspectives of white men on the world?"
...The strangest part of being Asian in America is that you never have to prove how hardworking you are. People just assume you were born with a great work ethic, or that your stoic, disciplinarian parents beat it into you at a young age....
...The service they (white men) had created was being used primarily by people (African American/black) who did not look like them. It became clear that this was seen as a negative. It was a problem, and they were struggling to find the language to express why.
That's what racism in the workplace looked like. You could feel it everywhere--in your brain, in your heart, in your bones--but you could never prove it....
...New York was a great place to be alone because there were so many people....
Daniel was put on a Performance Improvement Plan, playfully called PIP. The document laid out a long list of thing that we would have to do in order to keep his job. Many of the instructions were vague and involved things like having a better attitude and showing more collaboration with team members. But you couldn't measure that. So, of course, there were numbers associated with it....
Venture capitalists were never interested in revenue--they were interested in the potential of revenue....
Like all argument between angry men in a workplace, the disagreement became circular, then personal, then unresolvable....
"...But so many of the conversations we had were about systems of oppression; and rebelling against them. How could we not talk about that stuff all the time? We were surrounded by it."
There are days I hate New York, and then I go to a bodega and completely change my mind...Bodegas represent New York's sweet spot between chaos and convenience--dollar stores by way of foodstuffs.
So we had a New York goodbye, which was always logistical: Which train are you taking?
It crossed my mind that Emil might notice something was amiss once his algorithm's accuracy plummeted. But it was more likely he would blame himself than the data. Unlike people, data was neutral; data was infallible; the raw numbers were never self-interested.
"...Unlike any other kind of Asian food, be it Chinese or Korean or Vietnamese, Japanese food was seen as a high-end cuisine. It was respected, revered. You could charge real money for it too. What what was more American than that?"
"...Jeremy's compliments kept coming. They were aggressive, disingenuous. A sales tactic. It seemed, but I wasn't sure what he was selling."
"We take no responsibility for users on Phantom anymore. We produce the platform, the technology that people use. We're not accountable for how people use it."
"Writing never came easier to me than when I was lying to my agent."
"...This seem to be the plotting of every American show: someone named Kevin trying to win the heart of a girl by being the nicest guy possible, pursuing her with unrelenting kindness and incessant affection. Exert yourself enough and you can have everything you've ever wanted. Perhaps that was the greatest fiction of TV, that hearts could be won over with enough hard work, that romance followed the same ideals as capitalism."