Begins with a Perec epigraph: “De l’autobus, je regarde Paris” – and Elkin does, in a diary of vignettes about the ‘infra-ordinary’ (Perec again): fellow commuters, a diversion, a girl with a blue tutu and fake lashes, a morning when the whole world smells of soup, and – increasingly as the book goes on – about herself and a short-lived pregnancy. Observant, funny, ‘in the moment’ stuff. Poignant too. By the author of Flaneuse: Women Who Walk the City.
