Luke Goebel doesn’t enter my Zoom call, “KILL DICK” does. It’s a sensible stone in the path for an all-out burst of promotion that has included graffiti in Los Angeles, merchandise, a FLAUNT party, and a playlist. The marketing mirrors the book, Goebel says, and Kill Dick goes off like a bomb—a cutting commentary on wealth, homelessness, artistic deprivation and those who profit off the weakest members of our society. It’s a realistic satire with its claws firmly in the present, as if Chuck Palahniuk and Joan Didion wrote one LA’s final episode.