A tour de force of comics artistry... 470 pages depicting one man's whole day, in all its banality.
There are some spoilers below of sorts, although I feel this kind of book can't really be spoiled.
The main narrative follows Thibault (ostensibly Schrauwen's cousin, although I'm not entirely convinced it's not fiction), with his thoughts across the top of the panels. But as the introductory note states, the "camera" often wanders off to show other things: a mouse running around the houses and streets of the neighbourhood, chased by various cats; his girlfriend Migali on her last day in Africa, rushing to the airport but stopping for a particular errand; an old flame, Nora, remembered from his student film, who turns out to be in town; his cousin Rik who he accompanied in some youthful waywardness, who meets up with Nora; his neighbour trying to deliver him some food cooked by the neighbour's wife, and then going to the pub where Rik and Nora end up close to the end...
Through all this Thibault listens to some James Brown, whose "Get Up" then filters its way through the whole book as a brain-worm in Thibault's thoughts; he pines for Nora in a kind of pathetic but idle fashion, rejecting Migali in his idle fantasies while proving he can't really get by at all on his own; he fails to do a job that's overdue; and he gets drunk and then stoned.
The artistry is in building tension from the pathos, as Thibault messes up his day and Migali almost misses her plane, and in the amusing juxtapositions of Thibault's thoughts with the other characters' progress through the day.
It turns out to be a big birthday for Thibault the following day, and his friends are converging to celebrate it, collecting whimsical presents along the way - their thoughtfulness another juxtaposition beside Thibault's aimless unproductivity and fantasising. Of course the cringe is the point, and speaking for myself I've definitely had days (weeks, years) like this.
That's the narrative itself, but the comics artistry is phenomenal. Schrauwen varies his style throughout, representing memories and the other characters' timelines in distinct ways, beautifully depicting movement, and in myriad ways reflecting Thibault's frame of mind. In the last chapter, T smokes a joint while watching The Da Vinci Code on his couch, and (inevitably, mixing alcohol and marijuana with next to no food) finds his thoughts floating askew and untethered before drifting into sleep. Following these surreal pages, his friends gather and sneak into the living room to wake T as the day flips over into his birthday, and the style is fuzzy but highly realistic, taking up pages with full bleed as Thibault no longer has thoughts to narrate. It's a surprisingly beautiful ending, considering it's nothing unexpected and closes out a story that's meant to just be one guy's boring day.
Of course, this particular boring day is significant in that Thibault's girlfriend is returning from many weeks overseas, and Thibault is turning... 30?... If it really is drawn from the experiences of a real cousin of Schrauwen, it's a day whose events conspire to provide the author with a rich wellspring of narrative devices. But it doesn't really matter whether it's entirely fictional or just embellished. It's a wonderful, illuminating piece of art regardless. Highest of recommendations!