Funny, full of small­scale personal tragedies, and highly readable

before I knew it it was one a.m., I’d read 70 pages and my boyfriend was calling out ‘what are you cracking up about’ from the next room.

Page after page, Eamonn Marra’s sensibility gains clarity in lumpy wads

There is a kind of magical deadpan quality to his work which is simultaniously hilarious and despairing.

The maligned generation that social commentators just can’t seem to get their heads around is here laid bare for examination.

Marra’s verbal delivery is that of a comedian on Prozac where an off-kilter laugh-track echoes oddly behind each doleful confession.

It is often dazzlingly funny but there’s a melancholy that lingers and a sense of purpose that gradually comes into focus”

The best and the worst depths of living in this ludicrous mash of systems and digital communications and poverty, love, family and some kind of linear trajectory that we’re supposed to be looking for.

He’s also in the small club of writers who can write successfully about a sunset.

Even when the subjects are depression, alienation and anhedonia, the good, focused and tone-perfect prose and the understated humour collaborate to make 2000ft Above Worry Level more than an impressive debut.