third Smokestack collection is a hymn to the invisible workers everywhere who
hold up the sky – specifically the couriers and support staff who have been working
15-hours a day to distribute PPE and test kits up and down the UK.
is a brutally funny collection about work, comradeship and community,
the deals we do to stay human in the dehumanising conditions of the twenty-first
century, the years we exchange for a fridge full of food, a well-stocked
medicine cabinet and the chance to swim in the sea once a year. It’s a book
about work-mates and neighbours, warnings and redundancies, managers with their
‘Moray eel smiles’ and the alien rich who think that the world belongs to them. Martin Hayes gives a voice to everyone at the bottom
of the pile, below the salt, underneath, defiantly asserting that we are
not defeated – at least not just yet.