Toni is a cocksure yuppie-hipster type who works at a newspaper in post-socialist Zagreb. He’s trying to get a foothold in the new world order — that is to say, he’s embraced life as a social-climbing capitalist — and to this end, he spends his time getting drinks with his artsy friends, looking for a better apartment with his aspiring actress girlfriend, and scheming for ways to best the competing newspaper in town. Problems begin when Toni hires a reporter and sends him to Iraq — because this reporter happens to be a cousin of Toni’s and suffers from PTSD to boot.
What to do when said cousin starts sending long, unhinged emails from a warzone? Toni starts playing ghostwriter, rewriting the missives into something publishable. Then the cousin disappears and shit really hits the fan. Robert’s plot’s hilarious and his prose full of sexy one-liners, but what really makes this novel is the way it gets into the nitty gritty of how Croatians think, feel, and act at the beginning of the aughts — when the country’s finally coming out of its violent history of war and starting to try to redefine itself to the world. Read it if you like snide satires that capture the strange and fleeting mood of a very specific time and place.