Dark, dazzling American satire from the natural heir to George Saunders or David Sedaris. ‘A brilliant novel, in every conceivable way.’ Toby Litt
Steve’s fettle is absolutely fine, but nevertheless, he’s dying - of a mystery disease that just might be boredom. At least, that’s what the guys in the white coats say. They’re not doctors, they’re just guys in white coats, and the subject’s name isn’t Steve, either, but we’ll get to that…