Chronicle of sex, drugs, and rock filtered through a babble of deconstructive jargon. The cyber/punk/thrash/pomo/hardcore author of The Kafka Chronicles (not reviewed) organizes his latest virtual fiction according to the pleasure principle -- as in, get it wherever you can. A prolonged wet dream on the infoglut highway, this trip into ""the beyond"" also provides some pretty straightforward porn interludes -- lots of moist, Penthouse-fantasy descriptions of fellatio. Bodily fluids figure prominently in the author's episodic S&M tale of life in ""the rapidly degrading society on Earth they now called Amerika."" Narrator Mal shows a fondness for a drug called acid poruosophilus, a reverse aphrodisiac given to him by the Medicine Woman. ""Acid porn"" takes him through a reenactment of his birth, from sperm to fetus, a metaphor for the act of artistic creation. A rock performer with writer's block, Mal enjoys underage girls as well as a ""rich Jewish cunt-being"" known as Susan Shapiro. In Portugal, he preys on aimless tourists, preferably large-boned blonds, until he finds nirvana with his face buried between the legs of an American riot ""grrrl."" Amerika pays homage to all the usual suspects: Artaud, Henry Miller, and, of course, William Burroughs, with whom he shares an interest in strange drugs, insects, and diseases. Unpunctuated sentences, typographical gimmicks, and Derridean lingo (erasure, traces, always already) add up to much incoherence between each pornographic encounter. A long coda, in which the narrator now seems to be a successful rocker, takes place on computer, with some virtual rutting of Madonna herself. Proclaiming the death of beauty throughout, Amerika proves to be a willing symptom of its alleged demise. Strictly for the Acker crowd.