If punk rock was a book, this would be it. Brian Joseph Davis' I, Tania-a (super)fictionalized (auto)biography of Patty Hearst-is fast, hard and totally about screwing over the Man. Davis manages to mock the rich, the pig middle class, revolutionaries, the media, Bad News Bears, Don DeLillo and Katie Couric without breaking his stride, all while serving a heaping plop of Marxism for Dummies. But be warned: I, Tania only really appeals to four groups-Weather Underground fugitives who now watch a lot of VH1, pinko-intellectual college students who did a lot of coke in the bathrooms of their elite high schools, terrorists and super-smart post-hip PW readers who use Pop Rocks as their infallible guide to all that's truly supergroovy in the increasingly balkanized melange of insanity and inanity that is modern pop culture.