Unifying the influences of English supernatural tale and the micro-observations of the Japanese I-novel, and combining them with a trainspotterish psychogeography, Quentin S. Crisp brings you a monochrome novella that is either a paean to or a polemic against the drabness of quotidian Britain - his dreariest yet.It's 2013. Pop culture is dead. With human activity increasingly 'updated' to digital conformity, community is on the verge of extinction,...