Andrew McDonnell’s debut, The Somnambulist Cookbook, is a mixture of the strange and the ordinary in a clash that generates humour and unease [. . .] McDonnell’s unsettling sense of humour engages with characters that are recognisable but never stereotypical, as well as cultural jetsam, such as “an orange Cortina”, abandoned in an escapist “edgeland” (Everyone Loves a Mystery). As we struggle to come to terms with how we got here – hollowing out of vital national services; sleep walking into globalisation; blithely thinking we could have it all forever, McDonnell shows we are complicit actors in our own demise.