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Zusatztext 56853438 Informationen zum Autor Klappentext The tour de force that set the gold standard for dystopian YA fiction - in a compelling paperback edition. For Titus and his friends, it started out like any ordinary trip to the moon - a chance to party during spring break. But that was before the crazy hacker caused all their feeds to malfunction, sending them to the hospital to lie around with nothing inside their heads for days. And it was before Titus met Violet, a beautiful, brainy teenage girl who has decided to fight the feed and its ever-present ability to categorize human thoughts and desires. M. T. Anderson's not-so-brave new world is a smart, savage satire that has captivated readers with its view of an imagined future that veers unnervingly close to the here and now. Leseprobe your face is not an organ We went to the moon to have fun, but the moon turned out to completely suck. We went on a Friday, because there was shit-all to do at home. It was the beginning of spring break. Everything at home was boring. Link Arwaker was like, I'm so null, and Marty was all, I'm null too, unit, but I mean we were all pretty null, because for the last like hour we'd been playing with three uninsulated wires that were coming out of the wall. We were trying to ride shocks off them. So Marty told us that there was this fun place for lo-grav on the moon. Lo-grav can be kind of stupid, but this was supposed to be good. It was called the Ricochet Lounge. We thought we'd go for a few days with some of the girls and stay at a hotel there and go dancing. We flew up and our feeds were burbling all sorts of things about where to stay and what to eat. It sounded pretty fun, and at first there were lots of pictures of dancing and people with romper-gills and metal wings, and I was like, This will be big, really big, but then I guess I wasn't so skip when we were flying over the surface of the moon itself, because the moon was just like it always is, after your first few times there, when you get over being like, Whoa, unit! The moon! The goddamn moon! and instead there's just the rockiness, and the suckiness, and the craters all being full of old broken shit, like domes nobody's using anymore and wrappers and claws. The thing I hate about space is that you can feel how old and empty it is. I don't know if the others felt like I felt, about space? But I think they did, because they all got louder. They all pointed more, and squeezed close to Link's window. You need the noise of your friends, in space. I feel real sorry for people who have to travel by themselves. In space, that must suck. When you're going places with other people, with this big group, everyone is leaning toward each other, and people are laughing and they're chatting, and things are great, and it's just like in a commercial for jeans, or something with nougat. To make some noise, Link started to move his seat up and back to whack Marty's knees. I was like trying to sleep for the last few minutes of the flight because there was nothing to see except broken things in space, and when we're going hard I get real sleepy real easy, and I didn't want to be null for the unettes on the moon, at the hotel, if any of them were youch. I guess if I'm honest? Then I was hoping to meet someone on the moon. Maybe part of it was the loneliness of the craters, but I was feeling like it was maybe time to hook up with someone again, because it had been a couple months. At parties, I was starting to get real lonely, even when there were other people around me, and it's worse when you leave. Then there's that silence when you're driving home alone in the upcar and there's nothing but the feed telling you, This is the music you heard. This is the music you misse d . This is what is new. Listen. And it would be good to hav...
Subversive, vigorously conceived, painfully situated at the juncture where funny crosses into tragic, FEED demonstrates that young-adult novels are alive and well and able to deliver a jolt.
—New York Times
"Another book that can be added to the list entitled 'YA Novels I'd Never Heard of But Which Turn Out to Be Modern Classics' and Feed may well turn out to be the best of the lot . . . Funny, serious, sad, superbly realized."
—Nick Hornby, The Believer
M.T. Anderson has created the perfect device for an ingenious satire of corporate America and our present-day value system...Like those in a funhouse mirror, the reflections the novel shows us may be ugly and distorted, but they are undeniably ourselves.
—The Horn Book (starred review)
The crystalline realization of this wildly dystopic future carries in it obvious and enormous implications for today's readers — satire at its finest.
—Kirkus Reviews (starred review)
This satire offers a thought-provoking and scathing indictment that may prod readers to examine the more sinister possibilities of corporate-and media-dominated culture.
—Publishers Weekly (starred review)
What really puts the teeth in the bite...is Anderson's brillinat satiric vision in the semaless creation of this imagined but believable world. The writing is relentlessly funny, clever in its observations and characters....
—Bulletin of the Center for Children's Books (starred review)
A gripping, intriguing, and unique cautionary novel.
—School Library Journal
Many teens will feel a haunting familiarity about this future universe.
—Booklist
Both hilarious and disturbing.
—Booklist Editors' Choice
In spite of its foreboding overtones, FEED is in a sense an optimistic novel. By involving its readers in the act it suggests is central to society's survival, the book offers hope.
—Riverbank Review
Although set in the future, Anderson's novel is a stunning indictment of contemporary America and its ever-increasing obsession with consumerism even in the face of impending environmental collapse . . . the novel is both intense and grim. It should, however, appeal strongly to mature and thoughtful readers who care about the future of their world.
—VOYA
Disturbing yet wickedly funny, with as brilliant a use of decayed language as Russell Hoban's post-apocalyptic RIDDLEY WALKER.
—Horn Book Fanfare, The
This dystopic vision is dark but quite believable. Sad and strong and scary.
—Chicago Tribune
The book is fast, shrewd, slang-filled and surprisingly engaging.
—New York Times Book Review Notable Books of the Year
This wickedly funny and thought-provoking novel is written in a slang so hip it is spoken only by the characters in this book. Teens will want to read it at least twice.
—Miami Herald
A darkly comic satire that can be read as a promise or a warning.
—Detroit Free Press
The flashes of humor as well as the cleverly imagined grim future world should quickly draw readers into this look at teenage love and loss, and at consumerism carried to its logical extreme.
—Kliatt Book Review
The scariest part of FEED's brilliantly conceived futuristic dystopia is that much of it isn't futuristic . . . To list all the prescient details in this novel would require taking something from nearly every page.
—Riverbank Review
Frightening in its realistic depiction of what is possible in a culture addicted to information, this novel is a guaranteed conversation-starter.
—Publishers Weekly Best Children's Books of the Year
It's exhilarating to decipher Anderson's futuristic adolescent slang, but his story is a serious one. He has an uncanny gift for depicting how teenagers see the world.
—BookPage
This language sets a perfect tone for the story of a teenage boy growing up in a frighteningly futuristic world . . . The scariest thing of all is its unnerving plausibility.
—Raleigh News and Observer
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