Well, this was the second third-person plural office life narrative I've read recently, and this was no Then We Came To The End, which wildly observant readers of this blog will remember I chose as the best Adult Fiction I read in 2008.
But, to be fair, if it weren't for Then We Came To The End, I might have loved this a whole lot more. As it was, with a hell of a baseline for comparison, I loved it a lot.
The first section was, by far, the best. It kind of went downhill from there.
Funny, wry, set in a landscape surrounded by Starbucks and haunted by the staplers left behind those who wer taken in the Firings, it was a great read and one that felt very real- if awfully familiar.