Henrik Bromander's books are often on the border of fiction and non-fiction; they're about human life at the core, where Bromander rarely seems to care about the big, bombastic stuff that often make the core of the twists and turns of other persons' novels. This is conversations, between the self and between people. Inner thoughts, controversies, boredom, war, politics, poetry, Morrissey and hate.

I love Bromander's use of space in his stories. Even if there's violence in a lot of his tales, there's still reflection in nothing, in very well-used pauses where human existance lies, whether it be through his expression of depression, of protest, side-tracked stories of other people's lives - as with Genet's life as displayed in this book - he does this very well, and it makes the tempo of the book work excellently.

The main character in this book, Erik, creates a fanzine that's published in the book. That's also excellent, as are the views into his psyche where politics, love, sexuality, crime and art are concerned.

All in all: should be read by all. ( )