RaveThe Los Angeles TimesThen We Came to the End is full of such brilliant miniature treatises — on the experience of time (‘We had visceral, rich memories of dull, interminable hours’), the hierarchies of complaint, the meaning of lunch — all heartfelt and delivered in solemn deadpan, constituting a veritable poetics of the office. The novel is narrated primarily in the first-person plural — not the noble, empowered We the People, but the we-the-undifferentiated masses … What looks at first glance like a sweet-tempered satire of workplace culture is revealed upon closer inspection to be a very serious novel about, well, America. It may even be, in its own modest way, a great American novel.
