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我在北京送快遞
我不知道有沒有人發自內心地喜歡送快遞。就算有，大概也是罕見的。反正我和我認識的快遞員都不是那種人。一般來說，只有在發工資的時候，我才會感覺自己付出的勞動值得，而不是在比如說客戶露出感激的表情或口頭表達謝意的時候
──雖說那種時候我也很欣慰。
我的生活中，無論是工作還是感情方面，都充滿了挫折和痛苦。我在一套我不適應的價值系統裡尋求肯定，然後不斷地失望和失敗。世上從來沒有全見，只有偏見。
完全為了謀生而工作，就和坐牢一樣可悲。
是曾經艱難甚至殘酷的年代迫使我們變得可悲地單調和狹隘，消費主義成了一種新的意識形態，囚禁卻始終存在，我們只是看似更自由了而已……。
在物流公司夜間揀貨的一年，給他留下了深刻的生理印記：「這份工作還會令人脾氣變壞，因為長期熬夜以及過度勞累，人的情緒控制力會明顯下降……我已經感到腦子不好使了，主要是反應變得遲鈍，記憶力開始衰退。」在北京送快遞的兩年，他「把自己看作一個時薪30元的送貨機器，達不到額定產出值就惱羞成怒、氣急敗壞」……
但他最終認識到，懷著怨恨的人生是不值得過的。這些在事後追憶中寫成的工作經歷，滲透著他看待生活和世界的態度與反思，旨在表達個人在有限的選擇和局促的現實中，對生活意義的直面和肯定：生活中許多平凡雋永的時刻，要比現實困擾的方方面面對人生更具有決定意義。
「人生是螺旋上升的」這句話，不知道是誰最先說的，確實是很形象，只是沒有提到上升的幅度很小、速度很慢。
過往的人生總是重重複複，交往過的人也重重複複，只是每次換了名字和樣子而已。實際上人們沒有個性這種東西，只有和你的關係。
你到了一個新公司上班，看到新的上司和同事，不用說，他們很快會變成你以前的上司和同事。你已經可以預料會被怎樣對待，你可以預言將經歷些什麼，因為他們只是你的人生的演員們。
你終於領悟到這個世界的結構：這些人都是以你為圓心的圓，他們的半徑就是和你的關係。自然了，同樣的半徑上可能重疊著很多個圓，這不是一組平面的圖形，而是你螺旋上升的人生的一個切片。
難怪人們羨慕那些頭腦簡單的人，因為他們的目光不穿過表象，他們的思想不抵達實質。他們度過的每一天都是全新的一天，他們認識的每個人都是陌生人。他們把同樣的痛苦和快樂經歷了無數遍，每一遍都像是初次經歷……。
20年裡，作者胡安焉走南闖北，輾轉於廣東、廣西、雲南、上海、北京等地，做過快遞員、夜班揀貨工人、便利商店店員、保安、自行車店銷售、服裝店導購、加油站加油工……，在事後的追憶中，他將工作點滴和生活的甘苦一一記錄，藉由寫作療癒自我……，身體在飛，心裡在悲，「底層」中看見微光！
──雖說那種時候我也很欣慰。
我的生活中，無論是工作還是感情方面，都充滿了挫折和痛苦。我在一套我不適應的價值系統裡尋求肯定，然後不斷地失望和失敗。世上從來沒有全見，只有偏見。
完全為了謀生而工作，就和坐牢一樣可悲。
是曾經艱難甚至殘酷的年代迫使我們變得可悲地單調和狹隘，消費主義成了一種新的意識形態，囚禁卻始終存在，我們只是看似更自由了而已……。
在物流公司夜間揀貨的一年，給他留下了深刻的生理印記：「這份工作還會令人脾氣變壞，因為長期熬夜以及過度勞累，人的情緒控制力會明顯下降……我已經感到腦子不好使了，主要是反應變得遲鈍，記憶力開始衰退。」在北京送快遞的兩年，他「把自己看作一個時薪30元的送貨機器，達不到額定產出值就惱羞成怒、氣急敗壞」……
但他最終認識到，懷著怨恨的人生是不值得過的。這些在事後追憶中寫成的工作經歷，滲透著他看待生活和世界的態度與反思，旨在表達個人在有限的選擇和局促的現實中，對生活意義的直面和肯定：生活中許多平凡雋永的時刻，要比現實困擾的方方面面對人生更具有決定意義。
「人生是螺旋上升的」這句話，不知道是誰最先說的，確實是很形象，只是沒有提到上升的幅度很小、速度很慢。
過往的人生總是重重複複，交往過的人也重重複複，只是每次換了名字和樣子而已。實際上人們沒有個性這種東西，只有和你的關係。
你到了一個新公司上班，看到新的上司和同事，不用說，他們很快會變成你以前的上司和同事。你已經可以預料會被怎樣對待，你可以預言將經歷些什麼，因為他們只是你的人生的演員們。
你終於領悟到這個世界的結構：這些人都是以你為圓心的圓，他們的半徑就是和你的關係。自然了，同樣的半徑上可能重疊著很多個圓，這不是一組平面的圖形，而是你螺旋上升的人生的一個切片。
難怪人們羨慕那些頭腦簡單的人，因為他們的目光不穿過表象，他們的思想不抵達實質。他們度過的每一天都是全新的一天，他們認識的每個人都是陌生人。他們把同樣的痛苦和快樂經歷了無數遍，每一遍都像是初次經歷……。
20年裡，作者胡安焉走南闖北，輾轉於廣東、廣西、雲南、上海、北京等地，做過快遞員、夜班揀貨工人、便利商店店員、保安、自行車店銷售、服裝店導購、加油站加油工……，在事後的追憶中，他將工作點滴和生活的甘苦一一記錄，藉由寫作療癒自我……，身體在飛，心裡在悲，「底層」中看見微光！
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December 24, 2025
Perhaps it is the living vicariously, or seeing what else is out there, but I do have an interest in reading about people’s work, even fictional accounts. So when this book came along it piqued my interest.
The content is a complete account of the different jobs Hu Anyan had until the writing of this book. He goes into the most detail while describing the package delivery job and working at a bike shop.
As the book continues Anyan discusses his internal life more, along with his social anxiety and difficulty with communicating with people. Often the job posed problems for him having these difficulties, such as when he was trying to run a business. He had a little shop and when purchasing from his wholesalers it was expected to negotiate pricing but he just accepted whatever they told him. Then he felt he lost face when realized what was going on and could not continue dealing with the same people.
One aspect of this book that I found interesting was the work culture in China. Just for one example, as a worker in the United States I am used to a 5 day/40 hour work week, but in China 6 days a week with 10-12 hours per day is expected. Anyan had some jobs were those hours were extended longer and not compensated for the extra time. Overtime pay wasn’t mentioned, likely something that doesn’t exist in China.
The writing style was fairly basic and since it is a translation it’s hard to determine if it’s from the original author or the translator. There were some clichés used that did not help and just made the writing feel awkward. It took me a while to read this book, as there wasn’t anything compelling to propel the story forward.
Thanks to Astra Publishing House and NetGalley for an uncorrected electronic advance review copy of this book.
The content is a complete account of the different jobs Hu Anyan had until the writing of this book. He goes into the most detail while describing the package delivery job and working at a bike shop.
As the book continues Anyan discusses his internal life more, along with his social anxiety and difficulty with communicating with people. Often the job posed problems for him having these difficulties, such as when he was trying to run a business. He had a little shop and when purchasing from his wholesalers it was expected to negotiate pricing but he just accepted whatever they told him. Then he felt he lost face when realized what was going on and could not continue dealing with the same people.
One aspect of this book that I found interesting was the work culture in China. Just for one example, as a worker in the United States I am used to a 5 day/40 hour work week, but in China 6 days a week with 10-12 hours per day is expected. Anyan had some jobs were those hours were extended longer and not compensated for the extra time. Overtime pay wasn’t mentioned, likely something that doesn’t exist in China.
The writing style was fairly basic and since it is a translation it’s hard to determine if it’s from the original author or the translator. There were some clichés used that did not help and just made the writing feel awkward. It took me a while to read this book, as there wasn’t anything compelling to propel the story forward.
Thanks to Astra Publishing House and NetGalley for an uncorrected electronic advance review copy of this book.
December 21, 2025
I believe everyone who's ever ordered something online and waited for it delivered to them should read this book to understand what it's like to work in this economy.
The writing is analytical and detached. The author describes the dehumanizing working conditions as facts without laboring the point. He goes into a list of gig jobs he's done. Because the working conditions of these many jobs are quite similar, the book can feel a bit repetitive after a while.
What surprises me is the literary depth of the memoir. Perhaps it's my own bias, but I didn't expect it to have such a detailed analysis of Virginia Woolf or quoting E.H. Gombrich's "There really is no such thing as Art. There are only artists."
The writing is analytical and detached. The author describes the dehumanizing working conditions as facts without laboring the point. He goes into a list of gig jobs he's done. Because the working conditions of these many jobs are quite similar, the book can feel a bit repetitive after a while.
What surprises me is the literary depth of the memoir. Perhaps it's my own bias, but I didn't expect it to have such a detailed analysis of Virginia Woolf or quoting E.H. Gombrich's "There really is no such thing as Art. There are only artists."
October 9, 2025
Got the audiobook for review.
A bit of a difftent memoir for me as it's about work life and the culture around it. I tought the translation seemed okay and the narration was easy to listen to. It felt both very personal as well as informative. 4 stars really liked it altough the work situations is awful and not healthy, I liked hearing about what the author had to say.
A bit of a difftent memoir for me as it's about work life and the culture around it. I tought the translation seemed okay and the narration was easy to listen to. It felt both very personal as well as informative. 4 stars really liked it altough the work situations is awful and not healthy, I liked hearing about what the author had to say.
June 26, 2025
An informative glimpse into gig work in a changing economy, living in the in-between where labour laws are nowhere to be seen. The writing is really simple, which makes it a quick read, but sometimes I do wish it had gone a bit further to add a little depth at times. I also wish that the author had a little more to say about the larger frameworks that create and profit from inhumane working conditions.
Overall, really interesting and worth a read but the writing (in the English translation at least) can be a bit clunky, making it an awkward read despite how simple it is.
Overall, really interesting and worth a read but the writing (in the English translation at least) can be a bit clunky, making it an awkward read despite how simple it is.
June 7, 2023
虽然书名起的是在北京送快递，但作者的快递工作在他的打工生涯里只是短短一个片段。即使从事的多是以提供劳力为主的服务行业，作者敏锐地观察并积极思考着无产阶级打工者和其工作的关系，其中包括劳资关系，管理层的管理水平，职场人际，客户管理，工作对人的异化，等等。无论是蓝领还是白领，天下打工人同是天涯沦落人。无论在工作里是否能实现自我价值，生命的丰富度是无法用八小时定义的。正如作者的经历，读书写作与思考让他的人生比很多人都有厚度。
January 8, 2025
A chronicle of working class life under China's particular form of capitalism - written with astonishing clarity and skill. Can't wait for the English translation if it's not a bestseller I shall be very disappointed in this world
November 25, 2025
Ich mochte vor allem, dass es nur um die genaue Beschreibung der Arbeit geht und nicht nur darum, an diesem konkreten Geschehen entlang was ganz anderes zu erzählen. Außerdem fand ich den Autor sympathisch (so hätte Bukowski über seine Arbeit geschrieben*, wenn er ein netter Mensch gewesen wäre), und ich mochte seine Beschreibung der Verhältnisse, die gerade nicht für ahnungslose Leute wie mich gemacht ist, sondern halt für ein chinesisches Publikum.
* Naja, vielleicht. Es ist Jahrzehnte her, dass ich da reingeschaut habe.
* Naja, vielleicht. Es ist Jahrzehnte her, dass ich da reingeschaut habe.
December 20, 2025
‘I was born in Guangzhou, and had worked in Shanghai and done business in Nanning, the provincial capital of Guangxi—in March 2018—moved to Beijing. There, I delivered parcels—.’
Usually I don't (feel inclined/feel it's appropriate to) rate 'memoirs', personal writings, etc. but this is an exception because I think everyone and anyone should give this a go, and a full five star rating is just a little 'push' with regards to that (even though the translation is a bit weak (but still grateful for it because I wouldn't be able to get through the original/Chinese text as quickly as I did with this)) . I read the English translation alongside the original/Chinese text - which is fab (for me) because whenever the text in translation sat not-quite-right with me, I had the privilege to read the 'original' text and be like 'oh right, so this was they meant/was trying to convey'.
Anyway, the writer, Hu Anyan really, really loves Virginia Woolf, and that is a big surprise to me (a bit shamefully, confessedly - because me being surprised only means that I am oblivious to/ignorant of or rather too easily forgetting (to put in the simplest sense even though somewhat inaccurately) how well-read (in relation to 'foreign' or more accurately 'literature in translation' - so much so that I have come to believe that maybe (the problem is that) it is 'Anglophone' readers who don't read enough text/literature in translation) people outside of the 'Anglophone' sphere(s) are). Fuller 'review' to come later, but for now this :
‘The piece I read for my friends that day seems to me an ideal way to end—I chose to share some prose from Virginia Woolf’s The Common Reader. Woolf appears to have loved reading biographies, many of them about famous figures but also some about more ordinary folk. This piece was her response to the Memoirs of Mrs. Pilkington.
I couldn’t find any information about the book itself online. Maybe the author really was that unknown. Mrs. Pilkington—or rather Ms. Laetitia, since Pilkington abandoned her—was from a declining aristocratic family in eighteenth-century Britain. She was born around half a century before Jane Austen. An educated woman, she inherited no wealth and was deserted by her husband to raise their two children alone. She made her living writing, which explains the memoirs, but her bread and butter were stories about the underbelly of the upper classes. She claimed she would write anything for money, so it is no surprise that her work hasn’t really endured. If it hadn’t been for Woolf, I would never have known she existed. This great-granddaughter of the Earl of Kilmallock, who lodged alongside the footmen and laundresses of the dukes she once mixed with, would eventually end up in jail for rent arrears. And yet this barely scratches the surface of her many “wanderings”—or “failings.”
Laetitia prayed (only to find herself locked in Westminster Abbey by mistake), begged (and was humiliated, at least that’s how she saw it), contemplated suicide—twice. But she also possessed an immense passion for life; she loved and hated with unrelenting ferocity. She viciously cursed out anyone who hurt her and made mockeries of them in her scurrilous stories (taking creative license where it pleased her); and this very same woman cherished the meal of plover’s eggs she once shared with her tutor, and every wink of sleep she managed in spite of buzzing mayflies.
She was both emotional and thick-skinned, it seems. She had a natural, dramatic flair to her feelings and, in her writing, an instinct to “give pleasure,” which cast the hardship she suffered less as a cruel fate and more like a tragicomedy fit for the stage. Her resilience brought her back from adversity on repeated occasions, so she could throw herself once more into life with all her signature brio intact—her infectious love and hate as strong as ever. A lady of refinement, with a salty side, she was both compassionate and vengeful. The first time I read this portrait of her, I was moved to tears. Woolf concludes it with these words:
“All had been bitterness and struggle, except that she had loved Shakespeare, known Swift, and kept through all the shifts and shades of an adventurous career a gay spirit, something of a lady’s breeding, and the gallantry which, at the end of her short life, led her to crack her joke and enjoy her duck with death at her heart and duns at her pillow.”
(Virginia Woolf, The Common Reader [Harcourt, Brace and company, 1925], 175)
Love amidst despair—this is the light that illuminates life. Though her social status declined, her spirit remained noble and pure. Here, I want to pay tribute to Ms. Laetitia, whose own story has comforted and touched me, and lifted me in times I’ve felt lost. I dedicate this to her many “failings, which were great.”’
November 15, 2025
I found the writing a bit dry but still enjoyed this, especially the first half which describes the author's experience working as a delivery courier in Beijing. The second half was not as interesting though
November 14, 2025
[ 3.5/5 stars ]
This is the memoir of Hu Anyan, a Chinese writer who ventured into many gig work.
As a gig worker in several odd jobs, from night shift worker to selling popsicles, one follows Anyan's challenges and social anxiety being a people-pleasing person. This book is informative about the often dehumanizing nature of work system, with insane workload while the worker deals with dishonesty, unfairness and bureaucracy.
Like the title indicates, most of the pages is about his job as a parcel handler, and the author's experiences feel like refreshing. Anyan dissects the concept of work, delivering the different kinds of hard work in an environment filled with messy relationships. By examining the mutant relationship between labor and creativity, one can see the way life experiences shaped the author's future artistic works.
My small complaint is that the middle feels a bit repetitive, yet, it gets more interesting as we dive into the creative work and publishing, which I also enjoyed the later reflections. With plain language and quite scattered, this book reads fast and I would have liked to see a more in-depth look on his writing journey.
I DELIVER PARCELS IN BEIJING (tr. Jack Hargreaves) is a candid memoir that echoes capitalism and work; and I found it unique.
[ I received an ARC from the publisher - Astra House books . All thoughts are my own ]
This is the memoir of Hu Anyan, a Chinese writer who ventured into many gig work.
As a gig worker in several odd jobs, from night shift worker to selling popsicles, one follows Anyan's challenges and social anxiety being a people-pleasing person. This book is informative about the often dehumanizing nature of work system, with insane workload while the worker deals with dishonesty, unfairness and bureaucracy.
Like the title indicates, most of the pages is about his job as a parcel handler, and the author's experiences feel like refreshing. Anyan dissects the concept of work, delivering the different kinds of hard work in an environment filled with messy relationships. By examining the mutant relationship between labor and creativity, one can see the way life experiences shaped the author's future artistic works.
My small complaint is that the middle feels a bit repetitive, yet, it gets more interesting as we dive into the creative work and publishing, which I also enjoyed the later reflections. With plain language and quite scattered, this book reads fast and I would have liked to see a more in-depth look on his writing journey.
I DELIVER PARCELS IN BEIJING (tr. Jack Hargreaves) is a candid memoir that echoes capitalism and work; and I found it unique.
[ I received an ARC from the publisher - Astra House books . All thoughts are my own ]
February 11, 2024
6/10。
也许是很有现实意义的一本书，但是在我眼里这更是一本牢骚满腹的私人日记，如果少点牢骚、用更 tactful 的方式来讲述故事也许会更深刻吧。
也许是很有现实意义的一本书，但是在我眼里这更是一本牢骚满腹的私人日记，如果少点牢骚、用更 tactful 的方式来讲述故事也许会更深刻吧。
February 19, 2026
3.5 ⭐️this was interesting and easy to read, if at times a little didactic. i think i’d describe it as a memoir of labor that encompasses a striving towards craft (in the author’s case, writing). it detailed (at times, sluggishly) the author’s (mostly) chronological experience of work: primarily low paid, hard and ever increasingly called “replaceable” jobs that he’d hold down from anywhere between a month to a year or two. the text is critical of the capitalist/ structural systems that the author is trapped in, but it is not a manifesto. it’s more akin to testament of sorts? a detailing of a life lived under the conditions that one finds themself in. i’d recommend it if only for both the different perspective that is the chinese job market and the same ….sameness to a market that was more familiar to me, in north america.
August 20, 2025
I loved this for its snapshot into toxic job culture and how that manifests in China. This isn't an easy read, but I found it so interesting. This was everything I wanted No Such Thing As An Easy Job to have been!
I'm not convinced that the decision to tell Anyan's story out of order was the right one. I got a bit turned around timeline-wise a few times. But, what bothered me the most was realizing that while Anyan had incredible self-awareness and perspective at times, he kept making the strangest people-pleasing/internalized capitalist decisions in the courier jobs (that came after the later chapters). He kept saying he changed and that he wasn't such a pushover anymore, but I didn't see much evidence of that in his actions. I liked Anyan as a character. He was so easy to root for and I got so frustrated by how he didn't stand up for himself!
The pacing was pretty solid up until the final section which had a lot of pontifications about life, fulfillment, and jobs. I could've appreciated this if it had been bolder; but, despite everything he endured with these awful jobs, Anyan didn't take a stronger stance in his reflections and the book ended on a paltry note. It also kinda just tapered out where this reader would've loved to know what Anyan was up to now!
I appreciated the translation (and translator's note). This book had such a strong sense of place and I think the translator made the right decision in not watering down the elements that may not have had a direct translation.
Huge points for: likeable main character, a glimpse into Chinese job culture, translation
I had my request to review this book approved by Allen Lane / Penguin on NetGalley.
I'm not convinced that the decision to tell Anyan's story out of order was the right one. I got a bit turned around timeline-wise a few times. But, what bothered me the most was realizing that while Anyan had incredible self-awareness and perspective at times, he kept making the strangest people-pleasing/internalized capitalist decisions in the courier jobs (that came after the later chapters). He kept saying he changed and that he wasn't such a pushover anymore, but I didn't see much evidence of that in his actions. I liked Anyan as a character. He was so easy to root for and I got so frustrated by how he didn't stand up for himself!
The pacing was pretty solid up until the final section which had a lot of pontifications about life, fulfillment, and jobs. I could've appreciated this if it had been bolder; but, despite everything he endured with these awful jobs, Anyan didn't take a stronger stance in his reflections and the book ended on a paltry note. It also kinda just tapered out where this reader would've loved to know what Anyan was up to now!
I appreciated the translation (and translator's note). This book had such a strong sense of place and I think the translator made the right decision in not watering down the elements that may not have had a direct translation.
Huge points for: likeable main character, a glimpse into Chinese job culture, translation
I had my request to review this book approved by Allen Lane / Penguin on NetGalley.
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September 11, 2025I Deliver Parcels for a Living by Hu Anyan, transl by Jack Hargreaves is a thought provoking memoir of a gig worker in China, told with dead pan humor. There were scenes that felt very moving (one being when a woman did not receive her parcel and inturn questioned the delivery person for leaving it in a secure place in the building). Sometimes the pain of the situation is delivered with humor. The book showed how there aren't many alternative career paths for the gig worker, how they are exploited, how they often go out of the way to complete tasks (sometimes with no monetary benefit). It also talked about the frustrations accompanying the job and how they would sometimes try to take revenge (not literally; more like an outlet for frustrations), and also how as time goes by, they just give up on the idea of getting back at a rude customer and just go about the rest of their tasks. While the book gives a lot of info on how the gig worker functions, I was disappointed to not know more about what goes inside their head or how they feel (something which I assumed from the title, would be part of the book). The first person account is quite an eye opener about the perils of the capitalist system and how gig workers earn their living.
Thank you to the publisher for an ARC. All opinions are my own
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July 30, 2025
Big Thanks to Netgalley and the Publisher for the advanced copy! I received a complimentary copy of this book. Opinions expressed in this review are completely my own
'I Deliver Parcels in Beijing' is a biography about a man who worked many jobs, including delivering parcels.
The first part of the book was actually quite good and interesting to follow. It was more cohesive as well.
After the first two chapters, though, the story was a bit messy. It had its moments, but it wasn't as good as these first chapters.
The writing style, moreover, was honest, and it felt raw and realistic.
'I Deliver Parcels in Beijing' is a biography about a man who worked many jobs, including delivering parcels.
The first part of the book was actually quite good and interesting to follow. It was more cohesive as well.
After the first two chapters, though, the story was a bit messy. It had its moments, but it wasn't as good as these first chapters.
The writing style, moreover, was honest, and it felt raw and realistic.
February 17, 2026
Nou. Misschien passen memoires niet bij mij of misschien is dit gewoon best saai. Oké, het is interessant als je het boek in zijn geheel bekijkt, maar de eindeloze details worden op een moment bijna tergend. Ik mis gevoelens! Introspectie! Plots op het einde was er wel meer introspectie en ik was zo van wow where have you beeeeen! Uiteindelijk heb ik dit kunnen uitlezen door gewoon te genieten van deze vertaling (hallo!!! suuuuper goed en mooi taalgebruik!!!) en te chillen zonder veel bij het verhaal stil te staan.
Tldr: Ik denk niet dat je gemakkelijk door dit boek kan geraken tenzij je echt geïnteresseerd bent in China en Chinese perspectieven sdjkfhg veel succes aan alle sinologen die dit lezen x
Tldr: Ik denk niet dat je gemakkelijk door dit boek kan geraken tenzij je echt geïnteresseerd bent in China en Chinese perspectieven sdjkfhg veel succes aan alle sinologen die dit lezen x
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näkökulmaltaan usein suppea, mutta rivien välistä kyllä aukeaa myös laajempi kuva
näkökulmaltaan usein suppea, mutta rivien välistä kyllä aukeaa myös laajempi kuva
November 1, 2025
Als ambitie een spectrum was van 0 tot 100, staat Hu op -20. Gecombineerd met zijn onzekerheden die tot op het bot gaan, zet Hu hier een interessant memoir neer. Het boek is veeleer een factuele uiteenzetting van het leven als pakjeskoerier dan een literair werk. De weinige emotionele inzichten in het hoofd van de auteur zijn gelinkt aan onzekerheden, angsten of het gebrek aan een ruggengraat hebben. Hoeveel jobs deze man heeft gehad puur omdat hij de persoon die het aanbiedt niet wilt teleurstellen is waanzinnig!!!! Get him studied
(Ik wil wel eens een fictie-werk van hem lezen, want ik weet niet of dit echt een accurate weergave van zijn schrijfstijl, ik hoop voor hem van niet)
(Ik wil wel eens een fictie-werk van hem lezen, want ik weet niet of dit echt een accurate weergave van zijn schrijfstijl, ik hoop voor hem van niet)
February 14, 2026
3.5☆
First pick of our book club. Very interesting glimpse into a world that was completely alien to me. Impressed by this guy's drive to hussle, resilience and work ethic. Dragged a bit on at certain points of the book but all in all a very interesting read.
First pick of our book club. Very interesting glimpse into a world that was completely alien to me. Impressed by this guy's drive to hussle, resilience and work ethic. Dragged a bit on at certain points of the book but all in all a very interesting read.
August 28, 2024
The book reads very smoothly. Every sentence provides more details about the author's 19 odd jobs—the environment, his coworkers, his thought processes behind every decision, another person that comes in and out of his life—but you read through it effortlessly. Every sentence and paragraph is interlinked with the clarity of a dissertation, so somehow, despite the entirely non-chronological way the story is told, you always know where each new piece lays. It's the type of Chinese book that will most likely never get translated into English but you want all your American friends to read.
January 26, 2026
2.75 stars
Fascinating glimpse into China’s working class, but not entirely engaging, I really appreciated the frankness throughout I Deliver Parcels in Beijing, and there are sections of illuminating passages where Hu Anyan reflects on his stalled personal growth against a culture and environment constantly caught between tradition and rapid modernization.
While the straightforward translation suits the author’s tone and subject matter, the structure feels unnecessarily scattered. It’s puzzling that certain events are front-loaded in the first third of the book, only for the narrative to jump backward and re-explain the beginning, and then finish by leaping past the events we opened with. Perhaps the publication chose to preserve the chronology in which these sections were originally written, but a more linear restructuring would’ve clarified Hu Anyan’s job-hunting and career trajectory without requiring so much mental gymnastics and cross-referencing.
The writing improves noticeably as the book progresses. The first half is quite tedious—mostly beat-by-beat documentation of his work environment and daily tasks—while the second half becomes more resonant as Hu Anyan begins weaving in his personal challenges and frustrations with the realities surrounding him.
Overall, I Deliver Parcels in Beijing still offers a worthwhile, critical perspective to a world where we often disregard the humanity behind the job; I just wish it were delivered in a slightly more captivating form.
***This ARC was provided by the publisher via NetGalley in exchange for an honest review. Much appreciated!***
Fascinating glimpse into China’s working class, but not entirely engaging, I really appreciated the frankness throughout I Deliver Parcels in Beijing, and there are sections of illuminating passages where Hu Anyan reflects on his stalled personal growth against a culture and environment constantly caught between tradition and rapid modernization.
While the straightforward translation suits the author’s tone and subject matter, the structure feels unnecessarily scattered. It’s puzzling that certain events are front-loaded in the first third of the book, only for the narrative to jump backward and re-explain the beginning, and then finish by leaping past the events we opened with. Perhaps the publication chose to preserve the chronology in which these sections were originally written, but a more linear restructuring would’ve clarified Hu Anyan’s job-hunting and career trajectory without requiring so much mental gymnastics and cross-referencing.
The writing improves noticeably as the book progresses. The first half is quite tedious—mostly beat-by-beat documentation of his work environment and daily tasks—while the second half becomes more resonant as Hu Anyan begins weaving in his personal challenges and frustrations with the realities surrounding him.
Overall, I Deliver Parcels in Beijing still offers a worthwhile, critical perspective to a world where we often disregard the humanity behind the job; I just wish it were delivered in a slightly more captivating form.
***This ARC was provided by the publisher via NetGalley in exchange for an honest review. Much appreciated!***
October 15, 2025
"But which customer thinks about how much a courier earns when they're choosing between giving five or three stars?"
This is a memoir of a man's experience working in almost twenty different jobs from when he was in high school till during the pandemic. The title refers to the last few jobs he did as a courier.
Throughout the book, I found myself feeling angry or frustrated because of the horrible and unfair work conditions. If it's just the customers who were self-absorbed assholes, fine, but it seemed like all along the production chain, bosses were treating their employees as expendable parts, which naturally resulted in employees finding ways to get something back for themselves, be it through slacking, stealing, or sabotaging those around them. People punched down because they could not punch up. Honestly I felt like every job he did was a bad job, not just the courier job but everything before that was also disturbing. Or could it be that there is genuinely no such thing as a 'good' job, a job that does not require some measure of sacrifice and suffering? The author is literally just trying to pay rent and stay alive, not even buy a house or ascend to the ranks of the bourgeoisie, but every step of the way, the bureaucracy coupled with the complete lack of worker solidarity made his life so unnecessarily hard.
Towards the end, the author talks about the concept of freedom and how a person's sense of personal freedom is not empirically tied to their circumstance. He gave the example of a farmer who has to suit the rhythms of nature but probably does not consider himself shackled, versus someone who received enough education to forever be discontent with their lot in life. Based on what I have seen, I'd agree with that, but also I wonder if the modern worker has a vastly different relationship with work now, in a time when working hard or having a degree is no guarantee of any kind of financial stability or even employability. An ordinary single income in the past could buy a house and support a family (and maybe even a mistress) but now, people barely feel able to support themselves, let alone kids.
Thanks to Netgalley for the ARC; all opinions are my own.
This is a memoir of a man's experience working in almost twenty different jobs from when he was in high school till during the pandemic. The title refers to the last few jobs he did as a courier.
Throughout the book, I found myself feeling angry or frustrated because of the horrible and unfair work conditions. If it's just the customers who were self-absorbed assholes, fine, but it seemed like all along the production chain, bosses were treating their employees as expendable parts, which naturally resulted in employees finding ways to get something back for themselves, be it through slacking, stealing, or sabotaging those around them. People punched down because they could not punch up. Honestly I felt like every job he did was a bad job, not just the courier job but everything before that was also disturbing. Or could it be that there is genuinely no such thing as a 'good' job, a job that does not require some measure of sacrifice and suffering? The author is literally just trying to pay rent and stay alive, not even buy a house or ascend to the ranks of the bourgeoisie, but every step of the way, the bureaucracy coupled with the complete lack of worker solidarity made his life so unnecessarily hard.
Towards the end, the author talks about the concept of freedom and how a person's sense of personal freedom is not empirically tied to their circumstance. He gave the example of a farmer who has to suit the rhythms of nature but probably does not consider himself shackled, versus someone who received enough education to forever be discontent with their lot in life. Based on what I have seen, I'd agree with that, but also I wonder if the modern worker has a vastly different relationship with work now, in a time when working hard or having a degree is no guarantee of any kind of financial stability or even employability. An ordinary single income in the past could buy a house and support a family (and maybe even a mistress) but now, people barely feel able to support themselves, let alone kids.
Thanks to Netgalley for the ARC; all opinions are my own.
January 14, 2026
Kniha “Rozvážím balíky po Pekingu” je z mnoha důvodů obtížná na hodnocení. Je rozhodně originální, styl psaní je poměrně politicky nezaujatý, což není samozřejmost (i když jistá preference “zahraničního” před “čínským” se u autora místy objevuje). Na příkladu zhruba 20 prací popisuje zajímavé aspekty čínského trhu práce.
Na druhou stranu je kniha zvláštně uspořádaná. Pořádně jsem ocenil vyprávění až v kapitole “Moje další džoby”. Tato kapitola se mi líbila nejvíce i proto, že vyprávění v předchozích kapitolách mi přišlo příliš detailní, co se týče pracovní agendy, a málo detailní, co se týče kontextu čínské ekonomiky a společnosti.
Přesto se v knize objevila řada zajímavých věcí. Highlights: pracovní model “996”, přesah pracovního života do osobního - wechatové skupiny, nezvladatelná (dokonalá?) konkurence, trollové pro vylepšování hodnocení e-portálů, dopad (částečného) zavádění trhu na mezigenerační rozdíly, kopírování zahraniční literatury, krysy v pekařství, macerování kuřecích pařátků.
Na druhou stranu je kniha zvláštně uspořádaná. Pořádně jsem ocenil vyprávění až v kapitole “Moje další džoby”. Tato kapitola se mi líbila nejvíce i proto, že vyprávění v předchozích kapitolách mi přišlo příliš detailní, co se týče pracovní agendy, a málo detailní, co se týče kontextu čínské ekonomiky a společnosti.
Přesto se v knize objevila řada zajímavých věcí. Highlights: pracovní model “996”, přesah pracovního života do osobního - wechatové skupiny, nezvladatelná (dokonalá?) konkurence, trollové pro vylepšování hodnocení e-portálů, dopad (částečného) zavádění trhu na mezigenerační rozdíly, kopírování zahraniční literatury, krysy v pekařství, macerování kuřecích pařátků.
February 5, 2026
4* for the first half of the book. I really enjoyed reading about the experiences the author made looking for jobs and working in deliveries. It was the glimps into a profession and their rules of the game that made the read very enjoyable. I was surprised how calm and reflective the author faced adversity.
That being said... the 2nd half of the book was max a 2* for me. I had the impression it was added as an afterthought and for me it did not fit the first half. I struggled to finish the book, being bored about the more philosophical touch where the author shares his reflections and quick accounts of the jobs he had prior to tge ones described in the first half.
That being said... the 2nd half of the book was max a 2* for me. I had the impression it was added as an afterthought and for me it did not fit the first half. I struggled to finish the book, being bored about the more philosophical touch where the author shares his reflections and quick accounts of the jobs he had prior to tge ones described in the first half.
February 8, 2026
a quick read about the parcel economy so very pertinent to living in china, though the way he writes about the gig economy feels like it could take place anywhere in the world. fair warning that it gets repetitive and could use some editing but overall i enjoyed.
as a collection of experiences he comes across very earnest, wistful and surprisingly literary (he drops woolf references in random places). one of one guy. no brooklyn “artist” is delivering doordash on a motorbike, to my knowledge.
as a collection of experiences he comes across very earnest, wistful and surprisingly literary (he drops woolf references in random places). one of one guy. no brooklyn “artist” is delivering doordash on a motorbike, to my knowledge.
November 20, 2025
A book as much about awful working conditions in the Chinese gig economy as it is about being a square peg in a round hole and people taking advantage of others’ kindness and naivety.
I found the matter of fact writing style weirdly soothing and tbh was always looking forward to picking this back up even though it made me feel pretty sad at times.
It made me really grateful for my lot and I’m glad the author is now able to make a living through his writing
I found the matter of fact writing style weirdly soothing and tbh was always looking forward to picking this back up even though it made me feel pretty sad at times.
It made me really grateful for my lot and I’m glad the author is now able to make a living through his writing
September 2, 2025
A young worker drifts through a series of exhausting odd jobs, from night shifts in southern logistics centers to parcel delivery in Beijing. Along the way, he endures grueling conditions, fleeting camaraderie, and the constant struggle to find rest and stability in anonymous mega-cities. Through it all, he develops a sharp humour and turns to reading and writing as a way to make sense of his life.
This book, first published in China in 2023, offers an eye-opening and deeply personal perspective on the realities of China’s work culture in the years leading up to COVID. Through AnYan’s candid storytelling, we’re taken inside the grind of countless odd jobs and shown how, despite the different industries, the workplace politics were almost always the same.
What struck me most was how universal his experiences felt: the mix of colleagues who genuinely cared and built solidarity, those driven purely by money and self-interest, and others content to coast by doing the bare minimum.
I really enjoyed the personal realisation as well that AnYan had at the end of how he should have stood up for himself and be true to his values, thought there were times he compromised.
The writing is at times dense with details, but I found that only made the narrative more authentic and grounded. Far from being a dry recounting, it felt like an unfiltered window into the lived experience of an ordinary worker navigating a demanding, often unforgiving environment.
Fascinating, relatable, and full of insight, it reminded me that, no matter how consuming or brutal a role may feel, at the end of the day a job is just a job. 3.75/5
Thanks to Astra PublishingHouse and the author for this ARC in exchange for my honest review.
Available on the 28 October 2025.
This book, first published in China in 2023, offers an eye-opening and deeply personal perspective on the realities of China’s work culture in the years leading up to COVID. Through AnYan’s candid storytelling, we’re taken inside the grind of countless odd jobs and shown how, despite the different industries, the workplace politics were almost always the same.
What struck me most was how universal his experiences felt: the mix of colleagues who genuinely cared and built solidarity, those driven purely by money and self-interest, and others content to coast by doing the bare minimum.
I really enjoyed the personal realisation as well that AnYan had at the end of how he should have stood up for himself and be true to his values, thought there were times he compromised.
The writing is at times dense with details, but I found that only made the narrative more authentic and grounded. Far from being a dry recounting, it felt like an unfiltered window into the lived experience of an ordinary worker navigating a demanding, often unforgiving environment.
Fascinating, relatable, and full of insight, it reminded me that, no matter how consuming or brutal a role may feel, at the end of the day a job is just a job. 3.75/5
Thanks to Astra PublishingHouse and the author for this ARC in exchange for my honest review.
Available on the 28 October 2025.
January 15, 2026
38 degrees celsius (100 degrees fahrenheit), 92% humidity, a major rainstorm looming over Beijing’s densely populated urban area of 4,000 square miles, tens of thousands of delivery workers are rushing on the street trying to get their customers’ parcels or food delivered within the promised 30 minutes. The storm hits. Most of the city’s 30 million residents (two thirds are permanent) hide in their homes, offices, or malls and other covered spaces. The enormous proletariat army of delivery service donning yellow, blue, or grey uniforms that advertise the corporate giants of this industry, does not retreat. They keep riding, running, calling, and getting their job done, for a few quarters (in USD value). A fine of late delivery is incurred when the parcel fails to arrive in the hands of the client in time; some customers want them punished even more. But for millions across the country, some with college or more advanced academic degrees, the low-bar delivery job is the only employment they can find to earn a basic living wage in China’s massive urban economy that has encroached more rural land and livelihood than a sustainable agricultural economy would allow.
Hu Anyan, a nomadic worker with a passion for literature hailing from Guangdong, the Cantonese-speaking province, switched 20 jobs spanning roughly from 2005 to 2020, and geographically from the most dazzling metropolitan centers like Shenzhen, Shanghai, and Beijing to lesser developed towns in Guangxi and Yunnan. The atlas of his work gives many snapshots of the uneven rise of China’s e-commerce bustling with knockoff brands. These snapshots reveal the demand of labor flexibility, merchant competition and tricks, and quick amassing and circulation of capital that constitute what Anna Kornbluh calls the too-late capitalist style of “immediacy.” One cannot get a fuller picture of “immediacy” without looking at the physical, mental, and emotional tolls this urgent, instantaneous consumerist culture exerts on the proletariat body. Eat, don’t think. Order, don’t wait. Patience evaporates as the demand of frictionless exchange dominates the ideology of consumerism and communication. “Blur, immersion, presence: too late is no longer merely late. The material corollary of this stylized time is the inevitable environmental ruin wreaked by undead zombie capitalism.”
Like zombies the delivery workers feel. They are often caught in, or causing, traffic gridlock from the street to residential or corporation buildings, accelerating and making sharp turns between vehicles, bikers, and pedestrians, parking their motorbikes on sidewalks, running into the gated highrise compounds while calling their customers, and punching the elevator buttons to every floor they need to reach. In 2019, after many failed business attempts and partnerships, Hu found himself on the other side of the delivery network that used to send him supplies and deliver his products.
Donning the uniform of a powerful logistics company after waiting many weeks for a delayed onboarding, Hu began to navigate the neighborhoods in the eastern section of Beijing, which is the title story. This job followed a months-long warehouse sorting job in Shenzhen, where he worked the night shift and physiological and mental stress quickly developed over the disrupted diurnal rhythm. In Beijing, it was not just the physical spaces of the streets and neighborhoods that he had to navigate. Like the millions of other delivery workers everywhere in the country, Hu’s tricycle, footprint, phone calls, and gas bill extend the massive computational system of the Internet of Things (IoT) to every elevator, winding hallway, and corner of every building. Their bodies, often soaked in sweat or frozen in wintry weather, configure the ubiquity of the IoT’s synthetic operational infrastructure.
For readers not familiar with the urban structure of Beijing and every other Chinese city, Hu’s self-reflective narrative doesn’t provide much context and interpretation. The city is laid out on the east-west and north-south axes, meanwhile concentric ring roads radiate from the city center, Tiananmen. Because of this orientation, more than most cities in the country or the world, Beijing’s streets are named with directions in the “suffix.” Land and property prices slide down from the center to the periphery, except for the area around the north fourth and fifth ring roads where universities and high-tech start-ups cluster. The neighborhoods that Hu was assigned to are farther out to the east, close to the Beijing Capital International Airport. Many were built in the last decade or two, often with names combining plants or affects featured in classic Chinese poetry and characters referencing wealth and prosperity. All residential compounds are gated for security reasons and marking boundaries — the hereditary obsession with walls and gates runs through Chinese architectural and spatial history — but only a minority are high-end.
In my brief elevator conversation with the delivery workers in Beijing the last two summers, they much prefer delivering parcels and food to companies to residential compounds. Whereas the safety codes of the former usually ask that the package be dropped off in the lobby, the latter would be door-to-door delivery covered by elevator time and foottaps inside the highrises. Malls and some restaurants during slow hours become their resting places where they recharge their batteries and bodies alike. The diurnal and energy cycles of the human body are plugged into and rubbed hard against the 24/7 digital and electric infrastructure to provide for the sleepless capitalist productivity, desire, and profit. The uniforms they are required to wear maximize their anonymity to the “immediacy” infrastructure and to the consuming public, blending them visually, functionally, and physically into what Marc Augé calls the “non-place” and “non-time” of late capitalism.
To systems that build by razing identities, individuals will always remain “anonymous” — they may have names and dreams, but those are treated indiscriminately and do not hold substantial, irreducible meanings. But even more so for the delivery and warehouse workers, they are physically embedded in the machine and infrastructure and literally become part of the nonhuman surrogate body of the city. Accelerated urbanization and financialization materializes much faster than can be absorbed by human capacity, whether in health, economy, or space and time. Ghost towns and malls emerge everywhere out of nowhere, marking futures already in ruins and abandonment. Who will be telling these stories of the emptied present and haunted future? Not the planners, entrepreneurs, and visionaries. Urban explorers and scholars might do it, but their vision is mediated through a protected position that the city recognizes. The raw and unguided experience comes only from those in a migrant worker’s limbo status. They may not provide a 30-thousand-foot view, but they see, inhabit, and coexist with the unfulfilled, sometimes rotten, plans of a future that most likely perpetuates the hyperconsumerist present without a pause or an exit.
Hu Anyan, a nomadic worker with a passion for literature hailing from Guangdong, the Cantonese-speaking province, switched 20 jobs spanning roughly from 2005 to 2020, and geographically from the most dazzling metropolitan centers like Shenzhen, Shanghai, and Beijing to lesser developed towns in Guangxi and Yunnan. The atlas of his work gives many snapshots of the uneven rise of China’s e-commerce bustling with knockoff brands. These snapshots reveal the demand of labor flexibility, merchant competition and tricks, and quick amassing and circulation of capital that constitute what Anna Kornbluh calls the too-late capitalist style of “immediacy.” One cannot get a fuller picture of “immediacy” without looking at the physical, mental, and emotional tolls this urgent, instantaneous consumerist culture exerts on the proletariat body. Eat, don’t think. Order, don’t wait. Patience evaporates as the demand of frictionless exchange dominates the ideology of consumerism and communication. “Blur, immersion, presence: too late is no longer merely late. The material corollary of this stylized time is the inevitable environmental ruin wreaked by undead zombie capitalism.”
Like zombies the delivery workers feel. They are often caught in, or causing, traffic gridlock from the street to residential or corporation buildings, accelerating and making sharp turns between vehicles, bikers, and pedestrians, parking their motorbikes on sidewalks, running into the gated highrise compounds while calling their customers, and punching the elevator buttons to every floor they need to reach. In 2019, after many failed business attempts and partnerships, Hu found himself on the other side of the delivery network that used to send him supplies and deliver his products.
Donning the uniform of a powerful logistics company after waiting many weeks for a delayed onboarding, Hu began to navigate the neighborhoods in the eastern section of Beijing, which is the title story. This job followed a months-long warehouse sorting job in Shenzhen, where he worked the night shift and physiological and mental stress quickly developed over the disrupted diurnal rhythm. In Beijing, it was not just the physical spaces of the streets and neighborhoods that he had to navigate. Like the millions of other delivery workers everywhere in the country, Hu’s tricycle, footprint, phone calls, and gas bill extend the massive computational system of the Internet of Things (IoT) to every elevator, winding hallway, and corner of every building. Their bodies, often soaked in sweat or frozen in wintry weather, configure the ubiquity of the IoT’s synthetic operational infrastructure.
For readers not familiar with the urban structure of Beijing and every other Chinese city, Hu’s self-reflective narrative doesn’t provide much context and interpretation. The city is laid out on the east-west and north-south axes, meanwhile concentric ring roads radiate from the city center, Tiananmen. Because of this orientation, more than most cities in the country or the world, Beijing’s streets are named with directions in the “suffix.” Land and property prices slide down from the center to the periphery, except for the area around the north fourth and fifth ring roads where universities and high-tech start-ups cluster. The neighborhoods that Hu was assigned to are farther out to the east, close to the Beijing Capital International Airport. Many were built in the last decade or two, often with names combining plants or affects featured in classic Chinese poetry and characters referencing wealth and prosperity. All residential compounds are gated for security reasons and marking boundaries — the hereditary obsession with walls and gates runs through Chinese architectural and spatial history — but only a minority are high-end.
In my brief elevator conversation with the delivery workers in Beijing the last two summers, they much prefer delivering parcels and food to companies to residential compounds. Whereas the safety codes of the former usually ask that the package be dropped off in the lobby, the latter would be door-to-door delivery covered by elevator time and foottaps inside the highrises. Malls and some restaurants during slow hours become their resting places where they recharge their batteries and bodies alike. The diurnal and energy cycles of the human body are plugged into and rubbed hard against the 24/7 digital and electric infrastructure to provide for the sleepless capitalist productivity, desire, and profit. The uniforms they are required to wear maximize their anonymity to the “immediacy” infrastructure and to the consuming public, blending them visually, functionally, and physically into what Marc Augé calls the “non-place” and “non-time” of late capitalism.
To systems that build by razing identities, individuals will always remain “anonymous” — they may have names and dreams, but those are treated indiscriminately and do not hold substantial, irreducible meanings. But even more so for the delivery and warehouse workers, they are physically embedded in the machine and infrastructure and literally become part of the nonhuman surrogate body of the city. Accelerated urbanization and financialization materializes much faster than can be absorbed by human capacity, whether in health, economy, or space and time. Ghost towns and malls emerge everywhere out of nowhere, marking futures already in ruins and abandonment. Who will be telling these stories of the emptied present and haunted future? Not the planners, entrepreneurs, and visionaries. Urban explorers and scholars might do it, but their vision is mediated through a protected position that the city recognizes. The raw and unguided experience comes only from those in a migrant worker’s limbo status. They may not provide a 30-thousand-foot view, but they see, inhabit, and coexist with the unfulfilled, sometimes rotten, plans of a future that most likely perpetuates the hyperconsumerist present without a pause or an exit.
October 10, 2025
I think it was interesting to hear about the inner workings of package delivery and warehouse workers, but as a whole, the book felt a bit simple? Maybe that is partly due to the translation but genuinely so much of this book is like watching a child describe something, basically just talking about mundane difficulties and specific bad encounters. The author himself states that he tries to keep the writing objectively but I would have preferred to either see more of his personal feelings about these experiences or a bit of research done to expand his experiences in the context of gig work as a whole in china.
The chapter order is a little messy as it’s a slightly nonlinear timeline that doesn’t really give good explanation for why it is presented in that order. Finally, for my audiobook baddies, the narrator mispronounces some of the chinese pronunciations and it actively made me cringe.
Thank you NetGalley and publisher for the ARC
The chapter order is a little messy as it’s a slightly nonlinear timeline that doesn’t really give good explanation for why it is presented in that order. Finally, for my audiobook baddies, the narrator mispronounces some of the chinese pronunciations and it actively made me cringe.
Thank you NetGalley and publisher for the ARC
December 1, 2025
My god this was depressing. I knew it was going to be based on the subject matter but reading it only made it worse. The book also doesn't directly just follow deliveries but the general situation in China where many young (and some well-educated) people just can't get jobs at all - menial or otherwise. It might be because of the translation or the sheer volume of jobs the author takes on but it reads really quickly and frenetically and was a hard one to put down.
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