There are stories in the city, many stories. Stories of life and death, of joy and misery, of
people
.
Frank Popper knows the stories, the secrets of the city, the things to which most people prefer to turn a blind eye. Now, with alcohol and cigarettes at hand, he's going to share a few of them.
"Most people are like meat, some disposable commodity,
Meat Puppets,
I think you called them."
It's always been Frank's outlook, but even he never realised how close to the truth he was...until now. A novel of fragments, of bleak nihilism, from the author of
Mutt
and
Insatiable.