![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() They become partners in the work and drinking buddies at the pub. ![]() We, the reader or listener, suffer along with Andrew, hoping he can extricate himself from his self-imposed languor and make something of himself and his life, which is so overly focused of death.Īnd so, right on cue, a female named Peggy comes to work. A major complication is that he’s misrepresented himself to his boss in order to be employed and the lie is constantly getting in his way. So we have a conventional comic novel setup here, the pathetic loner in a pathetic job. Its agents, if you will – such as our man Andrew – enter the home or flat to root through personal belongings in search of money stuffed under a mattress and names and addresses of the next of kin who should be contacted. It’s a benevolent bureaucracy, its purpose being to learn if there are people – like family – who ought to know an elder has passed away unnoticed. He’s, a forlorn, reclusive, apparently long-suffering man of 42, who works for something called the “council,” which is apparently some British governmental agency that looks after elderly people who have died alone. The story centers on Andrew, his last name unspecified until near the end (as if it would make any difference, but which I assume was unmentioned to give him more of an “everyman” vibe). ![]()
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