This burlesque of the Parisian novel rolls eyes at an unreal world of pointless tides and sour coffee, where ‘everyone’s got a novel inside them’ is a content provider’s slogan printed on an umbrella you’re about to steal from a party in the 20th Arrondissement. Sdrigotti and Dean shake a tired head at modern life and writing, leaving you with split sides and a terrible thirst. The wine is gone. The taps are dry. And Grey Tropic will have you walking out, out, out into the rain. — Harry Gallon, Every Fox Is a Rabid Fox