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PublishedTuskar Rock, November 2025 |
ISBN9781805227021 |
FormatSoftcover, 336 pages |
Dimensions21.6cm × 13.5cm |
'John Tottenham writes with a rare comic intensity' Colm Toibin
'My favourite nihilistic romantic' Rachel Kushner
What's this book about? Is there a restroom? Do you have gluten-free bagels? Do you work here? Do you have a restroom? Do I buy books or rent books or what?
The worst thing about a bookshop is the customers. Then there's the gift-wrapping, the invoicing, the stock takes. The Yelp reviews that inevitably contribute to self-loathing.
In his late forties, Sean is still a frustrated bookseller who should have written his novel already. Instead, he spends his days drowning in his overwhelming sense of contempt -for LA, for its readers, for its casual disdain for service. And what, or whom, is he serving anyway?
Biting, hilarious and self-aware, John Tottenham's debut novel is a razor-sharp dissection of the modern scourges of gentrification, male vanity, jealousy and the worth of literature in a digital age.
