Service
Wrapping children’s books for Silver Lake MILFs; a target for the malodorous and the tedious: this isn’t really the end of the literary business I had in mind. If I wasn’t already a misanthrope, this job would have turned me into one.
How did it come to this?
It is what happens when somebody nearing the end of their prime, who is unfit for daily toil, and has a morbid horror of anything involving effort, is forced, through a harsh diminishing of circumstances, to earn an honest living.
It’s a long story, too sad to be told, and I am not inclined to tell it. Life is plotless. Plots are for graveyards.
Read the opening of Service, John Tottenham‘s stunning debut novel.