Voyage to the end of the room, Tibor Fischer

Oceane works at home, through computer networks and phone calls, her contact with the outside world being limited to her neighbours, and the letters her neigbours from years before still receive, mostly injunctions to pay their debts by distant collecting companies. But it was not always like that. In her early twenties, she spent some time working in Barcelona, in a strip-club where she performed as a dancer. There, she met quite crazy people, learnt some dancing tricks, and enjoyed life, mostly by the swimming-pool at the top of the building. But everything has an end, and this period ended up with the death of Walter, who inexplicably sent her a letter ten years after his death.

The absurdity of news programs, or all the news programmes I've seen, is that they are fixed for ten, fifteen, thirty minutes or an hour, whatever's happening. It would be so refreshing if they put up their hands and said nothing to trouble you today, just a few unsold cabbages, so here's a cartoon; but, no, they bring on the something-lookalikes. Nothing impersonating something.
The big question is why do we need the news? People who don't know who's in government still want the news. Is it because listening to the news allows us to have opinions? Is it because it gives us something to talk about, the human weather? Most readers who put down a paper certainly feel qualified to rule the world.

Sparkled with everyday life remarks and crazy events, full of biting humour, this novel is full of deep thoughts about life, people and relationships. Voyage to the end of the room (2005, 256 pages), has been written by Tibor Fischer, a British novelist and short story writer born in 1959 in Stockport, England.