Guylain had no interest in the content. Only the act of reading mattered to him. He enunciated the words whatever they were with the same passionate dedication. And each time, the magic worked.
A man who works at a book-pulping outlet who hates his job salvages pages from the books he destroys and reads them aloud on the commute to work. His friends are a former operator of the pulping machine who's lost his legs and a watchman with the tendency to declaim poetry and drama. His companion, a goldfish, although by the end of the work he finds love through a woman whose 'diary' he's accidentally read. A novel about friendship and loyalty, and the wordless sacrifices and quests we sometimes go on for those we care about.