By Jason Porter
"Jason Porter may well discover a position at the shelf beside Richard Brautigan, George Saunders, and David Sedaris. it is a speedy, extraordinary, incredible e-book, one who pinned me again on my heels and made me laugh."
–Colum McCann, writer of Let the good international Spin
Have all of us sunken right into a species-wide bout of scientific depression?
Porter’s uproarious, clever debut facilities on Raymond Champs, an illustrator of meeting manuals for a house furniture company, who's charged with an important job: to figure out even if the realm wishes saving. It involves him in the course of a wasting conflict with insomnia — everyone he is familiar with, and perhaps each person on this planet, is being affected by serious scientific melancholy. He’s approximately definite anything has long gone flawed. an outbreak maybe. It’s within the water, or it’s within the mosquitoes, or even within the ranch flavored snack meals. And what if we're all too unhappy and dispirited to do whatever approximately it? Obsessed as he turns into, Raymond composes an nameless survey to undergo his unsuspecting coworkers — “Are you who you must be?”, “Do you suspect in existence after death?”, “Is this present day higher than yesterday?” — simply because what Raymond wishes is facts. He must understand if it may be confirmed. It’s an incredible accountability. humans will possibly not think him. humans, like his spouse and his boss, may imagine he's wasting his brain. yet simply simply because also they are wasting their minds. Or are they?
Reminiscent of Gary Shteyngart, George Saunders, Douglas Coupland and Jennifer Egan, Porter’s debut is an acutely perceptive and sharply humorous meditation on what makes humans tick.