Possibly the best book he's ever written. He abandons his wanderings outside what he does best and doesn't waste our time with stories about football players in Italy or family holiday plans gone wrong or whatever, and gets back to writing about the career choices faced by intelligent young people today, the stress of working for a huge corporation that cares nothing about you and having to remind yourself each day of the money and trying to convince yourself it's worth it. Oh and there's also blackmail, thievery, and other stuff going on in the background, but that one's not so interesting.

The book feels more real, and by real I mean mostly more pessimistic (or realistic, as I like to call it) than his other books.