Great post apocalyptic immigrant office novel. Very crudely, it's kind of like if Gogol from the Namesake was crossed with Macon from Accidental Tourist or Toru from Wind Up Bird Chronicles and then inserted into the Stand or Station 11, with a sadder version of the zombies from I am Legend (or at least the Vincent Price adaptation) thrown in as well. That summation does not do Severance justice, because there's a lot of other stuff & ideas packed in there. It's about working in an office, faimly, immigrant family, memory & nostalgia, globalization. I have often wondered how long I'd keep working from home after the apocalypse, even before shit really hit the fan in norcal however many months ago now. I've often pictured myself or others checking bank accounts, or using credit cards in desolate abandoned streets or ruined cafes. In other words, Severance really spoke to me.