This series of books concerning academic yet highly personal looks at things you'd never expect to read a whole book about, now turns to the office, and provides a very good, if now highly flawed, summary. We see the architecture of the open-plan office, in great contrast to the secluded, cloistered cubicles of the clerics that were to become clerks, in a section that does seem to go too far in criticising the position of the women versus the men. Are the receptionists not supposed to be at point of entry, then? The hierarchy of the old office tower block, the career of the typewriter and filing cabinet, and even the office party – where cinema has it, the water cooler is always full of red wine – all get discussed. (Everything is here except, ironically, the 'buck stops here' kind of desk sign that the author's own tw*tter banner image shows.) I would have wished for a few more cultural references – too much, in my mind, was made of a bare few books and "Mad Men", but I do think what we get is sound. Sound, that is, until the final sections, concerning the future of the work space. It's not Google's namby-pamby playground style, or Amazon's pretentious let's-all-work-in-a-jungle Spheres, and it's not coffee shops. But through no fault of its own this book loses a few marks in the process of being finished before it could reflect on global pandemics and official urges to stay off public transit, out of public spaces, and to work at home. It's a shame this book cannot reflect that societal change, which was not a trickle off the commute but a deluge. What we get, to repeat, is really quite salient, even if it never added the extra impetus of a great book, and the suggestion that reading about such a dryly unusual subject was fun. Three and a half stars, in light of one thing and another.