This is a really funny and weird book. Its narrator, Pompey Casmillus, is a young London woman who works in a publishing firm and has a fiance she loves named Freddy. And that’s the book basically. The concept though is that she’s narrating her random stray thoughts, ideas, circumstances, and other things that cross her mind. The narrative is sprawling and disconnected, it’s self aware, and it’s really very funny. She’s writing all these down on yellow paper, which I interpret as foolscap legal notepads, […]