Snow Crash by Neal Stephenson
At this point in the twenty-first century, as we sit almost in the middle of the teens, the great wheel of nostalgia has turned. While my love for the eighties is eternal, we, as a culture, have deemed the nineties far enough behind in the rear view mirror to remember fondly, laugh at, and, of course, capitalize upon. (Those Saved by the Bell comics are awful timely, aren’t they?) According to my own completely accurate theory of nostalgia, it takes twenty years for the here and now to transmute into “Remember when?” without making you feel old. We can pretend that the process is speeding up, as VH1 did when they attempted to make I Love The Millenium before the aughts were even finished, but, mercifully, the nostalgia cycle is the one thing that hasn’t suffered from the Internet’s short memory.