A cross between Brazil, Gervais’ The Office, and an actual life that would make you envy the dead, Everything’s Fine crushes the entity of the workforce so compactly that at times, the humor drops out into dystopian terror. I can’t remember the last book, or movie, or anything that made me earnestly laugh while being scared.
Sometimes I lie to people and tell them they need the thicker tubes even when they don’t. This is called having a sales story or being creative. These are technical sales terms so I understand if you don’t understand them.
The mixed perspectives of Tiny Shit Head Ian and a tube (nope, not gonna explain it) provide multiple angles to the protagonist’s horrible job, if it could be described as one. After being demoted, he is given a task that goes beyond the mundane and into the “waste of resources” territory.
Once, one of my clients found out about my sales story and made a complaint. The company supported me completely and told him I was new and stupid and incompetent and had no idea about tubes and that they were going to fire me.
His entire life becomes demoted, and he begins to draw hope and parallels between his life and more normal ones, and while the results are expected from such an abject failure, the details of these failures are what make the book so fucking scary.
Done for is a nice way of saying slowly starve and freeze to death while considering cannibalism.
There is also a really funny tube pun.
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