Today I figured I'd read a paragraph or two while waiting for a client. The client never came and I never noticed. One paragraph turned into two, two into a page and then the next thing I knew I was slurping down the last dregs of mocha and turning that last page, annoying the hell out of the yuppie scum next to me tip-tapping away on his Blackberry due to my spurts of laughter.
I'm sorry Yuppie-Scum- I couldn't help but to chuckle aloud at this satirical novel compose entirely of e-mails, text messages, e-bay alerts, blog posts, IMs and just a few voice mails intermingled for a touch of extra spice. Anyone who's ever worked in Corporate America or in this case Britain can't help but to laugh at the tongue-in-cheek antics of the cast from Meerkat360, a hip avant garde British ad agency. Between the long-suffering corporate wife, the two misbehaving teenage brats, the stuffy white bread CEO, and the saucy receptionist it's tough to pick a fav.
With small tidbits of comedic genius including "Great [e-mail] by the way. Distinctly heard Satan mutter, "My work here is done," as it pinged in my inbox. Thanks. Could get used to the Dark Side." characters talk how we talk or how we would talk if we were witty and funny and sarcastic all the time.
I love these types of books which provide me with endless sources of bon mots I can sprinkle in conversation. High on the list of favorite characters is Harvey Harvey and his inspired naive responses to Internet spam.
The only irritation I have is now I'm going to have to go backwards and read the precursor to it all- e. I hate going backward in a series. How the hell did I miss this the first go around? Books like e squared remind me that no not every publisher in the world is sleeping. Most seem to be- after all just how the hell can snoozers like The Shack get placed on American shelves?