Perhaps this shows more about me than I would rather say but I love post-apocalyptic stories. I was very lucky to have found this one a few months ago, recommended by a fellow reader.
It is rare so I am fortunate to have had the money and access to buy it, a small print run I suppose.
It is told by an old man shorty after an event has ended our current string of history stretching back a few thousand years. He resides in a cellar or storeroom and writes for his food (his hands are too useless to do anything else) recording peoples lives or simply entertaining. It is told through diary entries and transcriptions of letters as he slips into isolation in the countryside of Italy near his birthplace.
It is a touching portrait of the End and of our own current situation in the western world and soon the east, it appears to me. A great book, and I am very grateful to the translators for making it available to me.