One of the most internationally noteworthy titles in recent years, Mammals is a witty anatomization of modern life, recalling the wry surrealism of Chuck Palahniuk. It tells the story of one particularly hapless forty-year-old Parisian, impeccably educated but seemingly unemployable, wending his way through the meaninglessness of modern life.
Caustic, comic, unflinchingly honest, Mammals is a cruel but beautiful tale of love, solitude, alcoholism, family life and unemployment. These memoirs of a glorious loser recount the life of Uncle, an unhappy bachelor. Uncle is a drunk; he is sarcastic; he works and fails in several professions--a new-media corporation during the dot.com boom; a defence ministry museum run by a lecherous ex-quartermaster--until he winds up a teacher in a secondary school. He tries out therapist after therapist and cant figure out who is the butt of the joke. He has nephews who make him nervous. In fact, almost everything about family life makes him nervous--especially now that hes forced to live at home again. To cope with this, Uncle coins proverbs about how to live with lowered expectations, and attempts to create a bestiary of his pathologically neurotic parents (the mammals of the title).
Riding a handbasket merrily to hell, Mammals is a portrait of modern society's Everyman. It is establishes Pierre Merot as an extraordinary and delightful voice of international stature.