And then there were none

Imagine: Chicago, a successful advertising agency, you go on the corridor, and you have a smiling employee with a neatly carved hole on a t-shirt. You go further, and suddenly someone in a clown costume shoots you in the heart of the gun. Ponaroshka, of course, not bullets, but in painting balls for paintball, but he did not warn about it. This is the situation in this novel. In general, it is clear - in order to finally do not get angry among standard glass cells of the modern American factory for the production of advertising values, you need to be or initially to be a psycho, or skillfully pretend. This is about this and tells the wonderful novel of the young American Joshua Ferris, who is another American, who distinguished us Stephen King, compared the absurdity of the situation with the "Crest-22" Joseph Heler, and was absolutely right