We Are the End

Tomás is in the drear throes of toska. The story opens on him cutting a faintly Beckettian figure, alone in his chaotic flat at 4:17am, using a straw to drink coffee directly from a cafetière because he owns no cups and sees nothing to be gained from buying some.

I reviewed Gonzalo C. Garcia’s We Are the End for Litro. It's a debut novel about Millennials, computer games and depression, and hails from from everyone’s favourite indie publisher, Galley Beggar Press.

In summary: pretty funny / pretty problematic.

You can read the full review here.