"The inspiration of all true art is a blank screen and a bad attitude." There's a lot of attitude going around these days but not enough to change anything. Still, this fast-talking, rule-breaking, opinionated and irreverent writing has the whir and hum of the '60s. How did Christopher Locke achieve the exalted position from which he mercilessly dumps on his readers (fondly called the "Reader Abuse Programme")? "My resume looks like the routing manifest for some displaced person after WWII. I am merely a high-tech migrant worker," specializing in artificial intelligence. Which is not what he was doing at IBM, we later learn. He was, to his great embarrassment, writing P.R.: "I don't mind telling you about the acid, the drinking, the women.... But to admit that I was once in Public Relations ... well, try to imagine how painful this is for me." This is a collection of columns that ran in Locke's very own Web zine, now 6 years old, called Entropy Gradient Reversals, a title that had occurred to him 30 years ago while "deeply immersed in the study of psychotropic particle physics." The best are pure rant: against corporate America, against fascism, against stupidity. Since the present is so rotten, so corrupted, many of the essays are memories of grand old trips on Sandoz pharmaceuticals, pure lysergic acid diethylamide-25. "I woke up angry," Rageboy writes. "I'm tired of being angry. I'm tired of being scared. It makes me angry."