Graveyards of the Banks - I did it for the money

"Reading Nyla's experiences I think perhaps she did see the beast in the eye." Joris Luyendijk, The Guardian. Nyla works the graveyard shift from midnight to morning, trapped in an iron chair with no toilet breaks, high above the City of London. She enters the Building Without a Name through the hidden door in an ancient graveyard and walks into the Gothic halls of the Most Successful Bank in the Universe (not its real name...). There she serves the hundreds of bankers who roam the notorious Seventh Floor of the Bank with its filthy kitchen and flea infested carpets, forced to fight each other for survival. Their shouting resembles constant gunfire. The Bank's masters are fervent believers in the Elimination of the Unfit. Predators to a man! Nyla is their prey. After a life time frittered away in the unprofitable humanities, Nyla needs the money. And as hope and dignity are stripped away, night after grueling night in the haunted halls of incredible profit, she wonders if there is even a world left outside the Most Successful Bank in the Universe. You have no idea how bad it can get..."A modern-day Boschesque purgatory. It's the death of a thousand cuts: a steady, minute chipping away of sensitivities, of sensibilities, of defences, of any sense of normality, that make the story get slowly but inexorably under your skin. It's rampant capitalism's ugly underbelly, a hugely apt and relevant tale for us right now." Noel Maurice, indielit"Financial fiction meets Dante's Inferno meets The Office. Wow. This was an amazing, moving book. The main character was me; I haven't connected with a book like this in a long, long time." Aaron Hoos, Financial Fiction"If you want to know more about investment banking from a totally unique perspective, and you dare, go for it. A fascinating book."Olga Miret, Lit World Review"Are top investment banks 'deliberate social Darwinist systems'? At the time this struck me as perhaps extreme, but reading Nyla's experiences perhaps she did see the beast in the eye."Joris Luyendijk, The Guardian