Mosca: A Factual Fiction
The buzzing sound you hear just might be Mosca, a counterfeit fly designed to deliver war germs while spying on the enemy. But Mosca escapes his trainers and devotes himself to killing off humanity so the rest of the beasts and insects can live. Mosca is very small, very smart and due to his designers blunder, very emotional. A tale of danger and suspense, crime and cruelty, fun and folly, this is the story of his flight and his pursuit, as one tiny fly takes on the world.
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This book belongs in the sh*t pile, along with the rest of the flies. Ignoring the CIA is bad and watching us HATE BUSH bullcrap, the writing style is choppy, switches between first person, third person, that person, past, present, and future future. The actual content is ridiculous, a fly that thinks and wants to kill mankind. The title states, "A Factual Fiction" but I see no facts. I see an over drugged ex-hippie who has always followed the left wing swill. Read something with meaning, not this swill. Good Luck.
One of the finest soap-box preachings I've read in years, "MOSCA" is a lesson on how to find hope in the face of every monument of shit the human race has built up, consciously or otherwise, over the course of its storied history. Starring a robust line up of Perfectly Normal People (optimists, nihilists, realists, pessimists, nymphomaniacs, divas, supernaturals, blue-collar slobs, pederasts, bestiality-enthusiasts, etc. etc.), "MOSCA" is the story of a renegade CIA secret weapon, a sentient and educated genderless superfly capable of spreading plague in its wake with impunity, and of the various motivated parties trying to befriend, destroy, or just plain escape the wrath of the terrible insect.
Richard Miller uses his cast as mallets, bashing their heads against all the oppositions of life and arguing back and forth from every viewpoint he can come up with on the topic of The Value of Humanity. Grim and grotesque and taking every opportunity to offend or disgust, the author throws in more than enough wildly clever wordplay and gallows humor to shake the mood back and forth from light-headedly light-hearted to remorselessly depraved in half a page. In the end you wind up with a book that, between scathing criticisms of the CIA, big business, American consumerism and the overpopulated human race in general, toys around with all sorts of questions you'll find all too familiar. Although not earth-shaking, it's a solid read if you're in the sort of mood where you can cheer for the little guy who seeks your immediate extinction.