I finished this today. It was really good and the main character is literally me except that I'm not starving. It tells of a writer thats barely making by and he is a pretty weird character. One moment he might be sociable, the next he might get angry and take it out on other people and then minutes later regret it profusely. Highly recommended for the /lit/izen

Ever feel like you don't get these old books about "alienation" because everything in them appears normal? Maybe the authors lived through a different pre-industrial past but as far as I'm concerned it's normal not to pester others with your inner struggles, to not know your neighbors by name and to engage in faceless trade. I can't really compare it to anything so it feels like the author is complaining about the weather. Kinda dull.