Short stories, many of which can’t really be called ‘stories’, examining the lives of mainly working Hungarians through the food they are served and eat. The proliferation of broths, marrow bones and sour lungs give the collection a really earthy feeling, with many pieces not resolving and the imminent and sometimes actual presence of death giving the book a dreamy quality. Ten stories do give a feeling of being a ‘bit samey’, with the longer “The Green Ace” particularly meandering, but some lovely atmospherics along the way.