There are stories in the city, many stories. Stories of life and death, of joy and misery, of people.
Frank Popper knows the stories, the secrets of the city, the things to which most people prefer to turn a blind eye. Now, with alcohol and cigarettes at hand, he's going to share a few of them.
"Most people are like meat, some disposable commodity, Meat Puppets, I think you called them."
It's always been Frank's outlook, but even he never realised how close to the truth he was...until now.
A novel of fragments, of bleak nihilism, from the author of Mutt and Insatiable.