Because certain concepts,
especially involving extremely large numbers, are difficult for us to wrap our
heads around we are starting off this review like this:
One million seconds is exactly 11
days, 13 hours, 46 minutes, and 40 seconds (approximately 11.57 days).
To put this in perspective:
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1 million seconds: ~11.5 days
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1 billion seconds: ~31.7 years
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1 trillion seconds: ~31,709.8 years
We’ve done this to demonstrate the
massive gap between a million seconds and a trillion seconds. The same can be
said about dollars. Having done that, let’s get into this book.
The Graphic Novel, F*ck
Billionaires is a 304-page, full-color, oversized (8.25” x 12.25”)
hardcover graphic novel written and illustrated by Jim Di Bartolo who is a
book, comic, editorial, and freelance mixed media artist who has written and
co-written a number of graphic novels.
The story is an edge-of-your seat thriller
where the warning “Billionaires should not exist. Get ready.” begins
appearing graffitied across skyscrapers worldwide. The one question on
everyone’s minds, is who could possibly be writing these messages,
Unfortunately, no group is claiming responsibility for these worldwide
coordinated threats how serious should they be taken? How was it even possible
for someone to scale these massive skyscrapers to paint the messages on the
side of the buildings all around the world apparently instantaneously,
Needless to say, the very smug and
complacent top one percent ignore it, determining that it’s a hoax. That they
are safe and absolutely protected by their own money, standing, and bunkers. However,
much to their dismay, they won't be ignoring it for long. F*ck
Billionaires is twist-filled whodunit/howdunit kick in the teeth to the
ubar-wealthy elite, told in the form of a 300-page, full color, oversized,
hardcover graphic novel.
The story begins with an
attractive, well-dressed blonde woman (whom we later learn is Valerie Cooper, a
morning newscaster) approaching a well-dressed man (Leo Vargas, whom we later
learn is an F.B.I. agent) in a coffee shop. After some light flirtation between
them, they get their coffee and donuts and exit the shop, only to be confronted
by the first graffitied skyscraper. From here the story grows exponentially as
Agent Vargas and his team attempt to track down who is behind the messaging,
and Valerie sits behind her news desk reporting on the contusing graffitiing of
skyscrapers around the world. Meanwhile we also see how these “incidents” are
affecting the wealthy and powerful.

As the story unfolds, we are
randomly treated to how people on social media are reacting to the various
elements of the story. Everything from showing support for whoever is posting
the messages, to showing sympathy for the 1%ers (“Hey, billionaires are people
also, they deserve what they have.”) Still, perhaps the best part of this part
of the story is not so much the “posts” themselves, but the often misspelled or
abbreviated words used in the posts.
The story continues to play out on
four levels, first, we have Valerie operating in her role as a morning news
anchor holding roundtables on her show with various experts (politicians,
billionaires, security experts, etc.) to discuss the implications of the
messaging. Second, there is Agent Vega and the F.B.I. attempting to unravel the
cryptic messing and determine who is doing it and why. And then there are the
Billionaires themselves who are alternating between circling their wagons,
defending their position as industry leaders, and using their own muscle to
root out the culprits. Finally, there are vignettes of everyday people whose
lives are made worse by the fact that the running elites are sucking up all the
resources and making their lives miserably and significantly worse. Along with
these everyday folks there is an independent blogger who is also following the
story and reporting on aspects of it not covered by corporate media.

Then, just in case you haven’t as
of yet figured out on which side of this argument Di Bartolo is on, he goes way
out of his way to make it crystal clear by not only illustrating the
billionaires with far less than flattering features (they often have rugged,
cragged, or even cruel faces), but they are given nasty-sounding names (Nicolas
Lister, Manuel Hines, Albert Nazl, Kendall Squigi, and the like). He also
depicts them doing evil and cruel things.
As the story progresses, the
billionaires begin to die in the most grewsome of ways (violently,
decapitation, defenestration—love that word—and always very messy). Sometimes
in private behind locked doors, sometimes publicly in front of numerous people,
but never by anyone identifiable, and always in some impossible fashion. Always,
Agent Vargas and his team are one step behind, and Val Cooper is analyzing the
attacks on national TV. No one knows what is happening (or how), but the bodies
keep piling up, and the skyscraper messages keep appearing. Meanwhile “regular”
folk weigh in on the crisis (even though they don’t know anything) while the billionaires
themselves rail about how unjustly they are being treated, while they demand
that their security (and the politicians they’ve paid off) protect them.

The story grows more and more
tense as the body count increases with no clues as to who is doing this, or
what their motivation is (other than that billionaires themselves simply
shouldn’t exist. To his credit, Di Bartolo keeps the tension up throughout the
book, alternating the lighthearted moments of romance between Cooper and
Vargas, with the terror of not knowing who is doing the killing or how it is
being done, the backroom mechanizations of the billionaires and their lackies
to stay ahead of the killer, and the FBI Investigation teams. This story is
truly an edge-of-your-seat thriller in a way that most comics and graphic
novels are never able to achieve.
It isn’t until about
three-quarters of the way through the book that we, the readers, get our first
glimpse of who is doing the killings, why it is being done, or even how they
are being accomplished—and let me tell you that you simply won’t see any of it
coming. It is genuinely, that out-of-the-box amazing. To reveal any more would
be to ruin the unadulterated fun of the tale. So, if you were unfortunate
enough to miss the Kickstarter, I strongly recommend you hurry over to their web store and pick yourself a
copy.
As an illustrator, author, and
fine artist Di Bartolo has contributed covers, artwork, and interior art to
most major book publishing houses including Scholastic, GRAPHIX, Marvel Comics,
Penguin Random House, Little, Brown Books, Abrams, Dark Horse, IMAGE Comics,
and others. He has done commissions and sold his work to private collections.
Oh, and one last thing, when Di
Bartolo sent out the graphic novels to backers, he apparently forgot to autograph
them, so several weeks after the book arrived, I received a letter containing an
explanation and a sticker with a printed signature on it with instructions as
to where in the book to place it. Seriously, how totally cool is that?
Almost forgot, because I was a backer to the original Kickstarter push, I was also sent this very cool F*ck Billionaires patch that will most assuredly wind up on my vest.