There's No Such Thing as an Easy Job
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| Verlag | Bloomsbury Trade |
| Auflage | 2021 |
| Seiten | 416 |
| Format | 13,8 x 2,7 x 20,3 cm |
| Gewicht | 290 g |
| Artikeltyp | Englisches Buch |
| EAN | 9781526622259 |
| Bestell-Nr | 52662225UA |
Convenience Store Woman meets My Year of Rest and Relaxation in this strange, compelling, darkly funny tale of one woman's search for meaning in the modern workplace
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_______________'Surreal and unsettling' - Observer Cultural Highlight'Wise, comical and exceptionally relatable' - Zeba Talkhani 'Quietly hilarious and deeply attuned to the uncanny rhythms and deadpan absurdity of the daily grind' - Sharlene Teo_______________A woman walks into an employment agency and requests a job that requires no reading, no writing - and ideally, very little thinking.She is sent to an office building where she is tasked with watching the hidden-camera feed of an author suspected of storing contraband goods. But observing someone for hours on end isn't so easy. How will she stay awake? When can she take delivery of her favourite brand of tea? And, perhaps more importantly - how did she find herself in this situation in the first place?As she moves from job to job, writing bus adverts for shops that mysteriously disappear, and composing advice for rice cracker wrappers that generate thousands of devoted followers, it becomes increasingly apparent that she's no t searching for the easiest job at all, but something altogether more meaningful..._______________'An irreverent but thoughtful voice, with light echoes of Haruki Murakami ... the book is uncannily timely ... a novel as smart as is quietly funny' - Financial Times'Polly Barton's translation skilfully captures the protagonist's dejected, anxious voice and her deadpan humour ... imaginative and unusual' - Times Literary Supplement
Rezension:
Tsumura's portrait of the daily grind is spot-on, her observations wryly tender. Polly Barton's translation captures the deadpan absurdity and subtle surrealism in this inventive Japanese novel Madeleine Feeny Mail on Sunday