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Author: Hernan DiazPage Count: UnknownPublication Date: Expected publication 2026-09-29 APL I am currently up to my elbows in cheap potting soil, wiping sweat from my forehead with the back of a mud-stained wrist, wondering why I thought heirloom Early Girls were a fun weekend hobby when I could just buy sad, mealy tomatoes at the grocery store like a normal person. But then the digital mailbag drops Hernan Diaz’s upcoming project on my phone, and suddenly dirt under my fingernails feels like the least of my existential problems. Let us look at Ply. Diaz won a Pulitzer for Trust, which was essentially a masterclass in architectural Russian nesting dolls about capital and perception. So naturally, his next move is to skip a few centuries entirely and throw us headfirst into a post-state future where humanity is trying to hold hands with nature again. Because nothing screams cozy weekend reading quite like the total dismantling of civilization and electricity piracy. The Grimy Romance of Electricity Theft The synopsis tells us our protagonist is a "pincher"—someone who steals grid juice for underground concerts. And look, I love a good dystopian arts scene as much as the next cynical editor who drinks too much cold brew on a Tuesday. Yet I am deeply suspicious of any fictional future where people still have the bandwidth to curate a rich music scene while the state has literally dissolved. When my local power grid flickers during a summer thunderstorm, my artistic output is strictly limited to staring blankly at the refrigerator and cursing the utility company. Touching the Fabric of Reality, Literally And then, of course, the plot escalates. Because you cannot simply have a Dickensian street urchin surviving on vibes and illicit kilowatts without stumbling upon a colossal scientific invention that alters reality. A scientific thriller wrapped in a family drama. Oh, joy. Another contraption that threatens to tear the space-time continuum apart, or whatever vague technological existential dread Diaz has cooked up for us this time. David Mitchell blurbed it—because of course he did—comparing it to a cracked mirror world. Naturally. Writers love a good cracked mirror. It gives them an excuse to be obscure without actually explaining how the plumbing works in this new, green utopian wasteland. Hope, Despair, and Tomato Stakes Will it balance hope and despair? Absolutely. Diaz has this infuriatingly brilliant way of making you feel both intellectually stimulated and emotionally hollowed out, much like realizing your tomato plants have blossom end rot just as the first fruit starts to blush. But will the technology element feel like an actual critique of our current late-stage capitalist nightmare, or just expensive set dressing for another literary tearjerker about found family and the distance between us? I am betting on the latter. Cormac McCarthy meets a Silicon Valley TED Talk, filtered through the linguistic precision of a man who clearly spends his mornings sharpening sentences on a whetstone. We are going to get devastating prose about human connection. We are going to get sweeping philosophical musings on control. And I am going to buy it the day it drops, read it in one breathless sitting, and then wander around my garden in the dark wondering why I subject myself to this emotional devastation. Right now, I am going to go rethink all my life choices at 3 AM.