What a disturbing tale, but not in the way of true horror. A more mundane, everyday horror. The "narrator" of Franz Polzer is an incredibly neurotic, pathetic mess of a human. If the green light at a crosswalk had a single bulb out, he would be beside himself and unable to cross the street. He is continuously trampled upon by the characters in this story and when he does stand up for himself even a little bit, there is nothing satisfactorily gained.

There should be some merit in the fact that I read this so blazingly quick, less than a full day after starting it. The story didn't grab me until the attendant had his first real dialogue, then I knew I needed to finish. That comes quite a bit late into things and I would not dismiss anyone who stopped reading this by the 100-page mark.

It was a fine book, nothing great to my eyes at least but a most vile and curious tale of what happens when you don't stand up for yourself.