Well, the age is upon us. It is time for novels to become more than they ever have been. Video, music, literature… it’s all hitting the blender and the blender is on “puree.” Hold on tight.

And here is a grand experiment – an attempt to dive right into the blender without regard or fear.

Jesús Angel García’s multimedia novel, badbadbad is going to be an experience. Page one is up on his site, as is the youtube playlist that corresponds to sections of the book. This first sip has an energy and voice that I love. It feels like Francesca Lia Block, but for grown ups… real grown ups. It’s fast and chaotic and post modern to boot. If García can maintain that pace for the length of a novel, then I’m in.

I still haven’t figured out what the hell it’s all about, but I can tell right away that it’s set to kick some ass and take some names. This is enough to interest me:

She grinned, digging her fingers into the bag, peeling the wax paper from the meat. Her nails were long, slick with swirls. Sparkly letters spelled R-O-Y-A-L on each hand. She bit into the burger with a girlish eyeroll. Her appetite was man-size, her cheeks chipmunked. I’d never before seen such freckles. She was a saint who didn’t know it, hadn’t yet answered the call. A superhero at nineteen, she tagged herself a whore. “I’m just a hoe,” she said.

Now read that again while listening to Mix 1. I think I rest my case… with my cheeks, chipmunked.