About a year ago I touted George Saunders’ In Persuasion Nation, a collection of short stories set in a world not far distant in time from our own in which life is not as we know it, in large part because of advertising.
I repeat my suggestion of its surpassing worth.
Here is another work of fiction to stand next to it.
It’s a first novel by a guy who had to have worked in a Chicago ad agency in the last decade.
His book is fiction but he gets the directions right on Michigan Avenue–even down to the irresistable pull of the PotBelly Sandwich Shop in Illinois Center.
It’s a book about people at an office in which the characters are humans, not caricatures.
I finished it at the beach.
Goes down like a slush margarita.