What if you were a novelist in a world where the only media people consumed was spectacular pornography about war with titles like Wonder Woman and Captain America?

What if your country had elected as its leader a shameless millionaire who was stealing your money, your democracy and your dignity?

What if the media were owned by filthy rich men who didn't give two shits about any of it as long as it continued to make them filthy rich?

Wouldn't it be enough to send you certifiably insane? To make you write a novel about an immortal lesbian fairy that mimicked the conventions of movies like Wonder Woman but became an accidental allegory for #MeToo?

To write a savage death wail of a satire about how the rich stole everything from us?

Enough to make you, reader, consider laying off the spectacular pornography about war for long enough to read it?