my gangster image might take a hit if i acknowledged how much of this book i could relate to. but then again, if you’ve read anything else on this site you already know my nerd cred exists in buckets where my gangster cred exists in a thimble. on the comforting side, wao won the 2008 pulitzer prize for fiction so my people are obviously now in control of pulitzer. from the author: he tried to give magic a chance, tried to put together a decent deck, but it just wasn’t his thing. lost everything to an eleven-year-old punk and found himself not really caring. first sign that his age was coming to a close. when the latest nerdery was no longer compelling, when you preferred the old to the new.