A depressing, ingenious collection of essays written by a fictional shut-in, a clerk who mopes around Lisbon complaining about the oppressions of life. At times the gloom is overpowering and you don’t want to keep reading, but every few pages there will be something small that rings true, a reflection or an echo of some thought you’ve had yourself and forgotten.
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