Promoted as a twisted Kafka-esque dystopian, I was actually really excited when one of my book clubs chose [b:The Factory|43862305|The Factory|Hiroko Oyamada|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1553549171l/43862305._SY75_.jpg|68247354] for our next read. That was until I actually read the book. I hate to say it but the excitement drained quickly and the boredom set in fast as nearly nothing of interest happens. This book is so short, and follows the perspectives of three workers in a factory who each ultimately amount to anything even remotely memorable. Because I was so uninvested, by the novel’s end I couldn’t be more disinterested in the obvious twist anyone could see coming. If I had not read the similarly themed (but better written) [b:The Memory Police|37004370|The Memory Police|Yōko Ogawa|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1544335119l/37004370._SY75_.jpg|7310932] so recently, maybe I could have enjoyed this more. That said, the pacing and tone reminded me a lot of the 2002 Charlie Kaufman film Adaptation, but without the third act. If you've seen it, you know what I mean.