There are stories in the city, many stories. Stories of life and death, of joy and misery, of people . Frank Popper knows the stories, the secrets of the city, the things to which most people prefer to turn a blind eye. Now, with alcohol and cigarettes at hand, he's going to share a few of them. "Most people are like meat, some disposable commodity, Meat Puppets, I think you called them." It's always been Frank's outlook, but even he never realised how close to the truth he was...until now. A novel of fragments, of bleak nihilism, from the author of Mutt and Insatiable.