LOVE IT!
Didn’t you ever wish, back when you were a "YA", that the candy-assed books you got to read were about real kids who did real shit?
Well, here it is . . . and in a SF story, too. The main character here isn’t having problems in high school . . . he doesn’t go to high school because he’s out on the streets of Tijuana cockfighting and hustling people and dealing drugs. And smuggling across the border and having real, actual fights where people die.
So this street orphan meets his real father, who is like the David Bowie character from "Highlander", slick guy who’s been around messing with the history of earth for centuries. When he’s not up in this "Sky" hyperplace where you don’t age or, apparently actually exist. Think of it his way . . . you’re beaming up to the Enterprise and decide to stop along the way. There you are, just a human point of view with no molecules, so you project a lobby. Then later you move it. That’s the way it’s explained, more or less.
So Benito, like most Mexicans is mixed blood, Indian and Slim White Duke, and can’t figure it out. So he goes to Yale, after cram courses in The Sky, where he learns English (and a sort of skeleton key to all languages of all the races created by the Sky People) so he can run the planet for some scheme his old man has in mind. Move the pyramids around to improve the power grid, for example.
And zipping around in these "beam up" tunnels, which go to every inhabited planet in the universe. And he can learn languages like, instantly. And he’s a "coyote" and drug smuggler. You can see where this is going. Well, okay, we got some clues from the site. But you gotta love it. Teenagers drinking and smoking weed and messing up instead of being the way they have to be so parents will buy the book for their kids who are watching this crap on "Grand Theft Auto" anyway.
This is cool. The Team races to read it every week, like reading the funny papers.
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