The Invoice

I got this book from LibraryThing Early Review program, in return for an honest review. The book opens with the main character, a part time clerk in a video store, gets a bill for 5.7 million kroner (the setting is Sweden, this works out to be about $850k). As any good slacker would do, he ignores it. But eventually he gets a collection notice with added interest and penalties. After spending a day or so on hold waiting for customer service, he finally talks to a human and finds that it is indeed a bill. A bill for services rendered, all the good in life that he's experienced. (Taking the adage, "There ain't no such thing as a free lunch" to an absurd extreme)

Some how his bill is the highest in the nation. The story has a Catch-22 show more vibe. there's no way he can pay what he owes, but the mysterious company is demanding it. Its funny and weird and a quick read. Definite recommend.

Opening Line - "It was an incredible amount. 5,700,000 Kroner. Impossible to take seriously. I assumed it must be one of those fake invoices."

9/10

S: 6/19/16 - F: 6/24/16 (6 Days) show less

What's your life worth & how might it be itemised...?? This quirky and thoughtful story is a really nice exploration of life dealing with big things in a very human way without once getting heavy & over serious. What defines a good life and what price can be put on it? How do you define a happy life? A great story of self-awareness and heart, and with a side order of bureaucracy gone mad.

Accountants, especially those working in the corporate environment, are trained to look at everything with a price tag attached with the challenge being to make sure that all of those price tags are recorded in the proper accounts. After all, everything costs something, and nothing is free. In The Invoice, Mr. Karlsson is doing nothing more than taking that philosophy and hypothesizing what would happen if we treated the entire world that way using a regular person to guide us through the discussions that would ensue as a result.

This regular person, our unnamed narrator, is absolutely charming. The entire novel is his personal reflection on his life as he tries to fight against the invoice amount he received. His life may not seem like show more much, especially given the price tag associated with that life. After all, his life is every warning we have ever received or given our children. His part-time job, his small apartment, his dearth of close friends, his lack of wardrobe or furniture, or anything of monetary value are not highly prized by society. However, as you discover more and more about that life and his attitudes about life in general, you understand why his invoice is so high.

The Invoice works in much the same way Marie Kondo’s tidying method works. Both are basic ideas that speak to the trend towards reevaluating our lives, understanding what makes us happy, and ignoring what society deems important. They both remind us that one’s success or happiness is not about possessions or the career advancements. It is not about being able to dine at the trendiest restaurant or even about the amount of money in your bank account. A successful life is much more than that and yet so much less.

At 208 pages, The Invoice is a very quick read in sheer number of pages. However, the story is so engaging that it quickly becomes a book you want to finish in one sitting. As the narrator progresses through his battle to amend his amount due, the discussions about the influencing factors in the algorithm that calculated his total are eye-opening but also written in such a way as to spark discussion on the definitions of happiness and success. The entire novel leaves you wondering about your own invoice. Just how high would yours be? show less

The Invoice, Jonas Karlsson
What is your happiness quotient? Do you think it is better to be happy or unhappy? In the world of this book, one must pay a price for experiencing happiness. It is not a tax; it is simply the cost one must absorb for how one deals with life. The amount is figured out using elaborate formulas in which all of one’s activities are calculated. It is a formulaic, one-size-fits all method. It is redistribution as an art form!
This is a tale in which big brother is watching every moment of your life from insignificant to significant. Your relationships with others are measured and evaluated. You have let the watchers in by not taking their actions seriously enough, by not paying enough attention to what is show more happening in the world around you, even as you innocently enjoy what the world around you has to offer, by answering questionnaires about your life and not paying enough attention to the answers you provide, sometimes exaggerating a bit to make yourself seem more important. There is no privacy from the powers that be. Every aspect of your life has a dollar value attached to it. All of your property is inventoried. If you enjoy more, you must give more, but it does not pertain to monetary wealth. You simply must give back for what you have received, so it can be shared, even if in fact, you received little or nothing because you were content with what little you had. You have a debt to society, and it must be paid.
This book takes place in Sweden. It is brief, barely 200 pages, but not a word is wasted. It is about an ordinary man with no name who has no possessions of value, who works in an ordinary part-time job. When this ordinary man discovers that he has an enormous debt to society to the tune of millions of kroner, he has no idea why. What could he have bought that would have cost millions? Wouldn’t he remember such large purchases? Why does he owe so much money? Surely, he thinks, it must be a mistake and he tosses his first bill. After first ignoring the invoice, he follows up when he receives a second notice. He calls the help number provided and is put on hold. He roams the voicemail corridors for hours as the hold time increases rather than decreases. He is trapped in the voicemail tunnel. Soon, though, he discovers that no, it is not a mistake. He owes the money. He is a happy man and happiness has a price. He faces adversity with cheerfulness, and consistently turns negatives into positives. Isn't that a good thing? Well, not for him. He is an anomaly. He is a happy man who has nothing in a world of fairly miserable people, even though some have more than enough money to provide for their every need. His positivity has a very substantial cost, not only for himself but for others around him as well. Relationships are tracked. Just knowing him, a satisfied person, could raise someone else’s debt to society because his happiness might be contagious.
Sometimes the neediest were forced to pay more while those in far better circumstances were given lower invoices. In a way, they were penalized for being happy as those who made more money were penalized for being successful. Everything apparently had a price. Was this a reverse Socialism working in the background or a spoof about the redistribution of wealth? Being rich did not guarantee peace of mind or contentment. One's attitude governed that. The rich often had a lower debt to society because the rate applied depended on enjoyment derived.
As he navigated the labyrinthine world of W. R. D., the company (or cold hearted corporation responsible for monitoring the enjoyment quotient and preparing and collecting payment of the invoices), he met face to face with supervisors. Each time his bill grew enormously. In the end, he demanded to meet Maud, the counselor handling his file. Their telephone conversations had gown increasingly friendly. It had to be kept secret or she would lose her job. So even in his investigation, he found a silver lining, romance. He began to like Maud more and more. If their friendship was known, how would it affect her invoice? If positive living led to higher invoices, which was a negative outcome that upset most people, would he become anathema to everyone with whom he fraternized. He did little and was happy. He took little from society materially, but he was on overload with how he took pleasure from his simple, modest existence. Does he represent the perfect citizen in a perfect world of socialism? Should everyone, therefore, be like him and be content with less, less desire, less ambition, less of everything material and even less intelligence? According to those that monitored him, he was imperfect because he was perfect, capable of being perfectly upbeat at all times. This author has designed a story that outlines a society by subtly pointing out its failures. The system seemed to grow more and more unfair as human emotion and computation was left out or removed from the process, and mechanical formulae were used for evaluation. It seemed as if actuarial results left no room for adjustment. The lack of human compassion caused errors. It would seem that a person's good life was rated by those who didn't fully understand the good life? Positivity was a negative!
One has to wonder if he will ultimately reverse and become an unhappy pariah, avoided by others, forced into a place of unhappiness because of his being penalized for being happy. Will his frustration deepen? Will his ability to shrug off adversity end? For sure he was caught in a bureaucratic nightmare. Had society become a maze with no way out? Would he still be consistently happy, creating rainbows with a pot of "happiness", at the end?
***I won this book as part of the Early Reviewer program on Library Thing in return for a review. show less

This little book takes an interesting look at the value of life and living. It is a modern day fable in which people receive invoices charging them since "being alive costs". The main character in the story is left unnamed, but is a youngish single man living in Sweden, who works part-time in a video store and leads a most unassuming life. He receives a bill for over 5 million kronor as a one-time fee for his enjoyment of his life thus far. He pretty much ignores the initial invoice as some kind of mix-up, but eventually discovers that it is very much real. He has no money or anything of value with which to pay it, and can't figure out why he has been charged so much for his mundane and simple life. His efforts to correct the "error" show more lead to comical results. There, of course, is a moral to this fable. Since it is such a short and quick read, I would recommend that you read it yourself to discover it.
I am glad that the writer didn't try to make more of this story. It is a unique and fresh look at the value of the lives we live, but would have certainly devolved if he had tried to do anything more. In the words of another fable character,baby bear, "It is just right". show less

O, little books that cause such consternation! And supreme insight. The Invoice is a sublime examination of how we allow our lives to be shaped and defined, not always with the result we wanted. We are treated to a perspective of happiness that is refreshing. The free galley copy came in at around 200 pages. It is likely more a novella given the tightness of plot line and intense focus upon the narrator. At several points, the narrator’s off-beat description and earnest contemplation lifted me out of my daily existence into that transcendent place of serene joy for which Dean Moriarty spent his life questing. The theme cannot be undervalued: You have the ability to be happy on your own terms. The Invoice is now in my top 20.

Caution: show more Slight Spoilers. The plot device is introduced through the title. The invoice is a hefty universal bill for each person’s experience of happiness. Inherent in the invoice is the cost of feeling respected, loved, and contented. Karlsson's previous book, The Room, was compared with Melville, Kafka, and others. This time around Karlsson will likely be compared to Orwell and Atwood, and once again his writing takes issue with expectations and social norms measured through happiness and self-determination. Unlike the previously mentioned authors, Karlsson has a very different perspective--one that throws the breaks on arriving at a dystopian or fascist future.
On the surface level, The Invoice is the tale of a simple man with simple pleasures who, along with everyone else on the planet, receives an invoice requiring him to pay his for his “personal quantity of Experienced Happiness.” His amount is in the millions. Seriously? For a guy with a part-time video store job in a cheap rented apartment? What immediately intrigues is that the unnamed narrator doesn’t have any of the usual means of happiness—no house, career, significant relationship, money, fame, power, and so on. But he is undeniably happy.

The narrator is unnamed, which can be bothersome (especially when trying to review this book), but that lends a sort of everyman-ness to him. His innocence and naivete work to throw us back to a time when we, ourselves, were untutored on how interaction with others, even loved ones, creates pressure and how easily the daily grind kills off small pleasures and joys. The narrator doesn’t look for big wins. Instead he has daily small victories, such as the luxurious feeling of a freshly cleaned floor. He sends us back to a mindset when ice cream was simply delicious and not a binge-eating, guilty, calorie-ridden response to stress. When he first receives the staggering invoice, he decides it is a mistake, sets it aside and goes for ice cream. Two scoops, two flavors, all the better to savour. The narrator is not, however, blissed out. He’s had his share of sad experiences. His parents have died, and the love of his life let him know from the start she was slumming with him. His friends have left him behind in the pursuit of love and material happiness. Yet he manages to carve a place in the universe that provides contentment. Is it a perfect life? Nope. He is missing out on certain things, but, and this is an important but, he continues to find beauty in the world. The sense that the world isn’t going to let him get off so lightly enters with the invoice, but this leads to opening himself up to another person. Initially it looks as if the narrator going to fall for another unavailable woman, Maud, who is his account contact and is present primarily by phone conversations. There is no fatuous flirting or gratuitous sex-talk to move their conversations forward (and sales upwards). They have conversations, sincere conversations. The narrator needs help, and Maud is human enough to care.

I would be remiss by not mentioning The Invoice has a subtext about who runs this planet and how the idea of value works. Let’s start with the idea of what exactly the W.R. D. is taxing. The narrator asks for clarification. Maud asks him if he can smell anything. He considers this: “I breathed in the smell of the street. It was sweet and warm with summer scents. Flowers, a shrub of some sort? Some old food? A faint smell of something slightly rotten, and petrol. Typical summer smells. Almost a bit Mediterranean.” Through a series of questions about having feelings and dreams, Maud sums it up with “Being alive costs.” (30-31) How could a simple olfactory sensation create a payable expense? Alive perhaps is not the accurate word. Living, as in appreciating, enjoying, engaging, might be better. Even so, the cost of that which keeps us alive has been covered. The petrol was paid for, and taxed. The food purchased, and taxed. The government has made its money already. But W.R.D. has not, and each nation seems beholden to this organization. A discussion of philosophies concerning the role of government and the individual’s responsibility to the social whole is apt here, but that’s a different review.

What saves this from being a dark cautionary tale of corporate or government interference and a 1984ish Big Brother dystopia is the affirmation of the being true to oneself and determining one's own metric. Rather than breeding fear of a rat in a cage on my head, Karlsson made me feel felt elated, hopeful, and truly individual. My happiness doesn’t have to look like everyone else’s. This story can be a quick read, one or two sittings, with moments of laughter and 'oh, yeah!!" It can also be a slow, thoughtful read with many pauses to think about what has been said so simply and yet is so deeply true. Karlsson has created a unique character and a beautiful quest. Best of all he makes room for all of us to join the journey. Ultimately, I am not sure whether The Invoice is comedy or satiric tragedy, but I suspect that if we don't take more notice of our routines and delights, the joke will be on us. show less

What if every experience in life had a price tag, only we didn't know it? Would we appreciate it more? That is the premise of this little book. The (unnamed) narrator might be construed a "slacker" by society's uber-achieving standards: part-time job at a video store, nearing middle-age, single, apartment dwelling, carry-out eater, very few possessions....One day he receives an invoice for $5, 700,000 (kronor, actually as the story takes place in Sweden) which he disregards, assuming it is an error, since money in those amounts was never conceivable in his lifestyle. But no, he gets another, with a late fine, and so he goes in pursuit of who is charging him for what. The WRD, (World Resources Distribution) is a maze of bureaucracy, but show more he finally connects with a person, Maud, who just says "Being alive costs"(p. 31) Apparently, everyone, everywhere must pay up for experiencing life and the amount corresponds to a index created by number crunchers at the WRD who assess people's happiness. The narrator is an anomaly in that he is off the charts, especially because he has so little material wealth. His attempts to get his invoice reduced and to determine the source of the high number consume the rest of this short book and it is both humorous and meaningful in the ways we measure and value our lives as we live them. Good lessons without heavy-handed moralizing. show less