What do you think?
Rate this book


When Julia Hernandez leaves her husband, shoots a real estate developer, and then vanishes without a trace, she slips out of the world she knew and into the Simulacruma place where human history is both guided and thwarted by the conflict between a species of anarchist wasps and a collective of hyperintelligent spiders. When Julia's ex-husband Raymond spots her in a grocery store he doesn't usually patronize, he's soon drawn into an underworld of radical political gestures where Julia is the new media sensation of both this world and the Simulacrum. Told ultimately from the collective point of view of another species, this allegorical novel plays with the elements of the Simulacrum apparent in real lifemedia reports, business speak, blog entries, text messages, psychological-evaluation forms, and the lies lovers tell one anotherand poses a fascinating idea that displaces human beings from the center of the universe and makes them simply the pawns of two warring species.
225 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 2011
"Anyway, what I’m trying to say, Hamilton, is that I am a bad motor scooter, so don’t try to be a hero. I eat murder and poop ideology. I learned to play the theremin in three days. If you fight, you lose. So just chill."
...even in these latter days of the law, where tyranny and sadism seem to have filled to overflowing the scales of blind justice, there ain’t no criminal statutes about being tedious.As I read this little quip, I couldn't help but think that Mamatas is lucky that it's true that he can't be arrested for being tedious. I suppose Sensation is readable. I think that it might have even gotten closer to rounding up to 3 stars if it had been edited more carefully. Each time I had to reread a sentence due to a grammatical error or missing punctuation making it nonsensical it made me wonder if it was worth the effort. I did laugh out loud a couple of times, though they weren't very satisfying laughs. There were some rather trite observations on the modern society and corporate dependency, but Mamatas didn't seem to take them seriously. In fact, he didn't seem to take anything seriously. And not in some fun way or a way that made a point about the absurdity of it all. I didn't see a position of any kind in his writing or a point to this book. I came away feeling like the author was just a narcissistic dick mocking idealism and hope with a bunch of jokes that make him laugh and that are almost funny but definitely lack any real cleverness. Reading this felt a lot like being stuck in an airport with nothing to do to pass the time but to listen to a Starbucks-philosopher talk at me about his cynical and fatalistic disdain for everything and everyone. It's not a horrible book, but I'll probably think slightly less of someone if they were to tell me that they liked it.