Try finding someone who isn't fed up with politicians, bankers and the general air of malaise that permeates this rotten year of our Lord 2009. So it's time for a new sort of hero, an anti-hero. It's time for a man called Tomas. A man who comes from the ranks of abundant celebrity, a star of a popular TV show that requires him to traipse the Earth and curl out a stinking turd on some of the world's most famous venues. This is his story, and it involves murder, resurrection, bankers, love, prostitution, time travel and telekinetic aliens.

In this new novel from James Palumbo the world that currently both suffocates and liberates us is brought to vivid life in all its bloated, beguiling glory. Indignation, outrage and a general sense of maverick abandon are his weapons, so come on a journey that is, like our modern world, terrifying and bewitching in equal measure.

To illustrate this nefarious world the book inhabits are three short animations, showing us the dark heart at the centre of the corruption that this fantastical novel so despises.

Make sure you have a constitution that can withstand a superhuman drug intake, you degenerate filth monkey. And make sure you bring along your Samoan attorney who is to drugs what competitive eating champion Takeru Kobayashi is to food. The man is a soldier.

I like the idea of a board game based around a crazed drug-induced search for the American Dream in the deserts of a place so corrupted if you dug into that sand deep enough you'd find politicians hiding with their second home and bags of dirty money.

And whoever's created it is auctioning it on eBay, so smoke a crack pipe, neck 20 tabs of LSD while freebasing a Columbian's face and get over there and get it you lazy drug fiend.