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Slightly dated, but still funny, satire of life on Fleet Street in the mid-sixties. The two principal characters work in a sort of catch-all department of a gently decaying newspaper, the kind of office where the ancient third member can die in his desk without anyone noticing. It's the sort of novel where nothing much happens, but its melancholic tone perfectly captures that feeling we all get from time to time of the futility of existence.
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