Today I am interviewing J.D. Laica, author of the new high-tech conspiracy thriller Biohack, the first book in the Gender Wars series. Biohack was a Hot New Release in five Amazon categories in mid-June.
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DJ: Hi J.D.! Thanks for agreeing to do this interview!
For readers who aren’t familiar with you, could you tell us a little about yourself?
J.D. Lasica: Sure. I’m a journalist and nonfiction author turned thriller author in Greater Silicon Valley. I’ve spoken at the United Nations, Harvard, Stanford, and on four continents—but I mostly love interacting with readers and championing the idea that we all have stories to tell.
DJ: What is Biohack about?
J.D.: It’s a story about a woman who loses her toddler in a swimming pool accident and wants a second chance. And a hacker with special ops skills who’s looking for her real mother and comes up against powerful forces in a biotech company that’s out to change our idea of how to have kids.
DJ: What were some of your influences Biohack and the series?
J.D.: These characters have been dancing around in my head for years, but it was only the development of CRISPR gene editing a few years back that took this from the realm of science fiction to something that could be right around the corner.
Thrillers have always been my first love, and I wanted to tackle a big subject. So Michael Crichton was a major influence, and I tried to follow his lead in weaving in some cutting-edge science without slowing down the action. There’s a Tom Clancy international vibe with scenes set in New York, L.A., Miami, Dallas, Rome, France, Belarus, and more. And you’ll find touches of a technothriller, crime thriller, science fiction, medical thriller, and even legal thriller weaved in.
My other influence was Silicon Valley, which informed the world I created for the villain and his team. I think people are becoming more skeptical of where tech may be taking us, and readers can see the upsides and downsides of artificial intelligence and reproductive technologies in the novel. Continue reading