The Smell of Frying Liver Drifting up from Downstairs
Daniel Soar: Not a Disaster Novel, 9 March 2006
“... of roughly the right appearance, and to recruit actors to play all the significant roles: an old lady to fry the liver, a balding piano player, a motorbike enthusiast, a concierge. Lives will be lived on repeat while he moves through the building watching and rewatching the same trivial events unfold. While teams of investigators scour likely areas of London ... ”