Monsters in the workplace –
No, this isn’t a book about vampires or a Harry Potter version of ‘The Office’.
It’s about the monstrosities that happen in the place where you spend most of your life time.
Of course, ‘Graveyards of the Banks’ is not about any old workplace. It’s about ‘The Most Successful Bank in the Universe’, and American bank in the city of London, a place so secret that there is no name on its wall, and the staff entrance leads through a medieaval graveyard.
But the real monsters are inside, and they are just as alive as you and me.
Particularly me.
The story of ‘Monsters Arising’ has at its core the culture of extreme bullying inside this Bank, and what it does to the people who work there, all through the night, in the graphics center, illustrating the Bank’s vision.
Most of them are jobless humanities graduates like Nyla, whose dreams are already broken and who are afraid of losing this job, the only opportunity to pay off their debts and survive another week in the big city.
So they are both vulnerable to being intimidated and humiliated, and very reluctant to stand up and do anything about it.
Familiar?
It’s a fight between survival of the body and integrity of the soul. But the body has to live or nothing lives.
This story is set in an office environment but it is as dramatic and emotional as any family drama. Everyone is fighting. Everyone is desperate. Everyone is out for themselves.
Yes, there are nice moments.
Nyla tries to make it with love interest Peter, who managed to find a job in a Better Place but had to come back, a terrible defeat which undermines both his career prospects and his ability to connect.
But the nightly bullying is relentless.
Anyone who has ever been in a situation like this knows exactly what I am talking about.
People are paralysed with terror, both rational and irrational.
Nobody speaks out.
There are no heroes.
'Monsters Arising' is a fast and furious mixup of The Trial by Franz Kafka, Fear and Trembling by Nathalie Othomb and The Big Short by Michael Lewis. Read it if you dare!
No, this isn’t a book about vampires or a Harry Potter version of ‘The Office’.
It’s about the monstrosities that happen in the place where you spend most of your life time.
Of course, ‘Graveyards of the Banks’ is not about any old workplace. It’s about ‘The Most Successful Bank in the Universe’, and American bank in the city of London, a place so secret that there is no name on its wall, and the staff entrance leads through a medieaval graveyard.
But the real monsters are inside, and they are just as alive as you and me.
Particularly me.
The story of ‘Monsters Arising’ has at its core the culture of extreme bullying inside this Bank, and what it does to the people who work there, all through the night, in the graphics center, illustrating the Bank’s vision.
Most of them are jobless humanities graduates like Nyla, whose dreams are already broken and who are afraid of losing this job, the only opportunity to pay off their debts and survive another week in the big city.
So they are both vulnerable to being intimidated and humiliated, and very reluctant to stand up and do anything about it.
Familiar?
It’s a fight between survival of the body and integrity of the soul. But the body has to live or nothing lives.
This story is set in an office environment but it is as dramatic and emotional as any family drama. Everyone is fighting. Everyone is desperate. Everyone is out for themselves.
Yes, there are nice moments.
Nyla tries to make it with love interest Peter, who managed to find a job in a Better Place but had to come back, a terrible defeat which undermines both his career prospects and his ability to connect.
But the nightly bullying is relentless.
Anyone who has ever been in a situation like this knows exactly what I am talking about.
People are paralysed with terror, both rational and irrational.
Nobody speaks out.
There are no heroes.
'Monsters Arising' is a fast and furious mixup of The Trial by Franz Kafka, Fear and Trembling by Nathalie Othomb and The Big Short by Michael Lewis. Read it if you dare!
