Novel about a young Palestinian girl who is a parallel to Anne Frank. She lives in an attic during the recent Israeli attacks. In this case she could easily be saved by calling the UN with modern cell phone technology, but unfortunately the provider she signed up with has shoddy service in the area and she is “roaming” in the attic, thus the call would be too expensive and she dies.
A remarkably materialistic communist who adores Leninism, yet cannot live without his Macintosh Laptop and every secondary piece of electronic garbage that is associated with it.
A breed of hobos who take advantage of the open door policy of public libraries by arriving at different times of the day and going to the periodicals wing to test out all the newspapers, surveying each and every publication for warmth and over-all body coverage.
A guy who, despite living in our modern era quite well beyond the industrial revolution, still has a dawn-of-the-industrial-revolution mistrust of machinery. For example, watching suspiciously the man who is making copies of his house keys: “Now explain to me what that infernal machine is doing now? Why must it raise such a racket? How do you ensure that this contraption doesn’t fall into the wrong hands… think what could happen if it did!”
A particularly enterprising member of the Crips builds a rocket and takes a chapter of the gang to the moon. All hell breaks loose when the US attempts another Moonwalk and the Crips mistake the American flag for a Blood’s do-rag and open fire.
A zany network television sitcom about Dave, a late 20s middle class urbanite, and his roommate, Karl Marx:
Dave: Kaaaaarl, do you have to host another International here tonight?!
Karl: (shouting) The tyranny of the Bourgeoisie is unceasing!
Dave: But it’s Tuesday and I have to be up early for work in the morning…
Karl: (shouting) You have nothing to lose but your chains!
