
I catch myself valuing literature that’s not serious over serious but shallow. I’d rather read Matthew Reilly than Mark Manson. However, what do we say about literature that’s purposefully not serious, shallow, and cringe to extreme levels? The book in the photo above is a form of absurd comedy. It’s unlikely that it ever gets translated, or even published in enough copies so that anyone other than gamebook collectors reads it. But it exists and I think it’s nice that such things can happen. I enjoyed it for what it is.
So, the book is about an illegal vegan in a world where eating meat is required by law. He’s born with the mission to make the evil tyrant of the world eat veggies. He’ll meet cartoonish characters along the way and be tempted to eat ingredients that may contain animal products. It didn’t become clear to me if the author was mocking vegans or if he was vegan himself and wrote this piece as an act of defiance. Perhaps both? Who knows.
The book is unavailable in any online store, has no ISBN, and doesn’t exist on Goodreads.






