Hundreds is a razor-sharp mosaic, made up of 100 bits of flesh fiction that come together as a novel and as 100 stand-alone prose poems. This book carves out with a scalpel: nothingness, longing and fleeting connection. These are edgy existentialist meditations on personality becoming data.

Hundred’s precise use of language is exquisite alongside accompanying full colour images. Conceptually, I enjoyed it from the start with its non-chronological contents pages, an alphabetical listing of the one hundred distinct pieces that make up this body of work. This hand-made first book by Nic Addenbrooke is a beautiful labour of love. 

Michelle Karen