This is a strange book but it also has a compelling pull on the reader. You need to try to work it out! At the start of the novel, we find a young man (I don’t think we ever learn his name) seeking out a job in a warehouse. He isn’t particularly good at this job, doesn’t appear to enjoy it and wouldn’t mind being somewhere else. He is, to be frank, a loser. If you are kind, you might assume he was suffering from some kind of depression.

He has a girlfriend who he robs so he has to leave town. He finds another job in another town and the manager’s daughter takes a shine to him. Neither of these potential relationships appears to be of any interest to our anti-hero and they simply lead him into further problems.

Then, gradually, through a series of flashbacks we begin to find out what has happened. Essentially, two of his brother’s friends decided it would be fun to persuade him that while in an extremely drunken state, where he got involved in a fight, he had killed his opponent. The book now becomes clearer. The young man believes himself to be on the run and is consumed by guilt. It is only much later in his life, after a chance overheard conversation at a wedding that he finds out the truth.

Does his life then get better? Possibly? However an awful lot of it has been wasted. He also takes a fairly brutal revenge on the men who deceived him so it might be the case that he is still a hunted man!

It is not a long book. The style is deliberately flat and, at times, repetitive to convey the mundane quality of his existence. He is beaten up by various people but is quite unable to develop any kind of social existence to counter this violence. Some might say he brings it upon himself. All in all, it is a weird story redeemed by the realisation that there probably are many people living at subsistence level and doomed by guilt and mental illness. In a way, he is a little like Eleanor Oliphant but there appears to be no one around to help him get better.

Not my cup of tea - wasn't a fan of the style of writing
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This is such an unusual and clever book, original and compulsively readable and I found myself more and more drawn into it as the narrative progressed. It’s a bit of a puzzle at the beginning. It’s narrated by a definitely weird protagonist, who talks in a strange repetitive way, and who confesses that all he wants to do is to pass unnoticed in the world. He finds it hard to relate to other people and is very much a loner. There are some darkly humorous episodes but the mood becomes more and more sombre as more of the background to his present state is revealed and when the explanation comes it is both tragic and unexpected. I particularly enjoyed the unpredictability of the book. It’s impossible to guess where the author is going with it, and the flat unemotional style only adds to the mystery of what turns out to be a very emotional book indeed. An excellent debut novel, which shows an expert feel for timing and construction and an impressive ability to get into the head of a damaged man. Thoroughly enjoyable.

This may be the most difficult book review I’ve ever written. How can I explain this book? I don’t understand why the author wrote it or what he was trying to create. Even if I could see the meaning in it, I’m not sure this book would appeal to mainstream readers. But, since I did read it- the entire book- and in all honesty didn’t want to put it down- I will try.

The book is written in a detached first person narrative, very mechanical. The narrator never tells us his name. He relates a curious series of events, some of which are disturbing. He seems to not have feelings for people, only inanimate objects. “The only thing I was good at was not drawing attention to myself.” The book becomes gripping as the reader tries to figure out what is wrong with the narrator.

I think the author should provide more information about why he wrote this book. Was it an MFA project? And what is the problem with the narrator- is he depressed, does have a dissociative disorder? And what about the title, The Warehouse Industry? Yes, the narrator works in a warehouse, but is there more meaning to it? Does he feel “warehoused”? When I saw title and the book cover, I thought it was going to be a humorous account of working in a warehouse.

If you are looking for a beach read, or a cozy mystery, this is not the book for you. But, if you are looking for something different, edgy, something that will wake up your book club, give it a try.

Thanks to Netgalley, Thistle Publishing and David Havilland for the ARC.

To be honest, it took me a considerable time to get fully engaged with the author's strange writing style and the weirdly dysfunctional main character. However, I was glad that I persevered and was able to complete the novel.
Perhaps the author has personally experienced the disturbing levels of loneliness and rejection that is detailed in the story. There are countless thousands of people in similar circumstances who are outside of mainstream society..
I liked the way that the events at his brothers wedding party explained some reasons behind the reclusiveness of the protagonist.

Thistle publishing sent me this book in exchange for an honest review.

And to be honest, it is not 'for everyone', this book. I hated the scene with the duck (but loved the story of the wedding) and overall I'm not impressed by people who drink and puke all the time. However, when you read between the lines there is actually a very sad story and I think there are lots of people who can relate to the main character.

Thank you Net Galley, Thistle Books, David Haviland, and William MacBeth.

I'd give this book no stars if I could, this book could of been 50 pages if you took out all the overlapping words.

Here's a few examples:

He sounded ALMOST APOLOGETIC or maybe I imagined that he sounded ALMOST APOLOGETIC. Maybe he didn't sound APOLOGETIC at all.

Boats KEPT passing by and the people on the boats KEPT NOTICING me despite the fact I was lying down and didn't want them to NOTICE me.

Men who combed their hair and wore unnecessary JUMPERS, which they draped over their shoulders so that it looked like their JUMPERS were hugging them.....

It was the MIDDLE of the AFTERNOON. It was the MIDDLE of a fine summer AFTERNOON and the sun.....

Ratty met my unwavering STARE with a STARE of his own. It was a quizzical STARE. It was the kind of absent STARE of a man who knows he recognizes someone....

He OUGHT to RECOGNIZE me. At the very least he OUGHT to RECOGNIZE me.

yes IT IS like this through the entire book.

There wasn't much of a story line and majorly confusing at that. There was a rush at the end and the duck part, oh please. The epilogue wasn't any better. I DO NOT recommend. Don't waste your day like I did on all this rambling.

Thanks anyways

Cherie'

I've never read anything quite like this. The clunky writing style is rather exasperating at first, but unbearable only until your mind adjusts to it, all repetition and non sequitur - not unlike years of listening to twin toddlers babbling at you, alone all day, as I recall. "I was living with a girl I used to live with at the time: the girl I used to live with when I worked at the pie factory." "I don't remember leaving work that day, but I definitely did. You don't need to remember everything."

The pitiful narrator here is more of a ghost than a man, merely "haunting himself" while consumed by the need to not call attention to himself. So lonely he conducts conversations with inanimate objects: like an invitation, and furniture. The story is told in a fractured manner, with alternating chapters set at different anchor points in the narrator's life, various factory jobs, the stag party preceding his older brother's first wedding, and finally his older brother's second wedding. On first reading I assumed it was a drawn out, violent revenge tale but then as I browse through it a second time I become unsure of whom to blame for the narrator's having come unhinged, or at what point in this story it actually happened.

I have to say I was really stumped when I read this book, I tried to understand what the author was getting at, but it eluded me and then it finally hit me. I don’t see someone having a laugh at his ill turns in life no I see something else. To me these are the thoughts of a seriously depressed person that had no compulsion for the things they did or even say. This person was crying out for help and none understood them or made any attempt to, they continue to ignore their cries and dealt with them as if everything was on the level. It seems to me that they were even depressed as a kid, now an adult handling day to day issues of life was too much, they just wanted to be left alone. This was conveyed to me by their inert ramblings and sayings, they were sick in the mind and no one knew. This book is not quite on the excitometer for me but I have to say it is pretty interesting even though it’s not my cup of tea.