The book opens with Matt, a slightly neurotic delegate sales executive, returning to his London office after a short holiday spent in continental Europe. He realizes that while he was on holiday he was moved to a new desk, which is a customary 'welcome back' greeting from the office management and an introduction to the not so very decent arbitrary rules of the office, where the words' meanings are devalued due to lies, half-truths and exaggerations. An attentive reader can easily discern that the rules of the office are the same rules which form the basis of the irresponsible populism of today, as we see populist leaders distorting the meaning of words, which leads to the distortion of reality itself.
The book consists of several episodes, including the death of Matt's former colleagues, a funeral with a Monty Python vibe, a presentation done by an incompetent 'expert trainer', a typical office night out, Matt's search for a new job, discussions about art and life and everything, and an argument during which the sobriquet — 'The Rabbit of Moorgate' — comes into existence.
'I like books written in a clear and honest prose, with some introspection and philosophical ideas and I wanted The Rabbit of Moorgate to have these attributes. My aim was to write a book that would be authentic, have a good flow and amuse the reader.'
Martin Geško
Quote 1:
Paradoxically, a shallow environment such as this one can affect you deeply. You can easily become superficial and cynical without noticing it and bit by bit a part of the office system. You must fight it all the time and never forget where you stand and what you want, no matter how many glib phrases are shot at you. If you forget yourself, you might start using words with their meanings completely warped and believe them in the end. You might get lost in the context of the office's pseudo values, which contradict the context of your own values.
Quote 3:
Going home by bus can be quite pleasant if you choose a longer bus route and spend the time reading. It is pleasant at least for me. Reading Milan Kundera's work 'The Book of Laughter and Forgetting' is not just a pleasure, it is also enriching. Kundera educates me, amuses me and makes me feel at ease, because his writing lets me know that I am not alone in thinking how unfair life is, how fleeting, how random and how absurd.
Quote 4:
Cars, buses, trucks, vans, motorcyclists, cyclists, pedestrians, cats and dogs and pieces of paper, all living and non-living things that I could see out of the bus window moved with a carefree elegance which betrayed the fact that they had an enormous amount of time to spare — to just drift, muse and wonder. Minute after minute, it was becoming more and more apparent that I might not make it on time. All kinds of embarrassing situations from all kinds of movies started flying around in my mind and translated themselves into conversations that I would be the subject of in a very near future...
Quote 5:
I saw Carrie's life in a flash: her parents fought hard to get to the United Kingdom, then they fought hard to give her and her siblings a good life in the United Kingdom. Carrie was born, schooled, got a job, got married, gave birth, got divorced, went to live alone in a council flat, spent the last few years of her life in a crappy office and she is dead now. That's it. 'Gather ye rosebuds while ye may'. Fuck it.
Quote 6:
I cannot stand it when he calls me mate. I am not his 'mate'. English is a really confusing and disappointing language in this regard. The confusion and disappointment is not reserved only for the word mate, the same is true about many words and expressions. For example, saying 'see you later love' means nothing, it does not indicate that the person who says it loves you, it is just an expression which completely devalues the word 'love'. Just like Mick's 'mate' at the end of the sentence means nothing. It does not suggest that we are mates. Still, I don't like it. We are not mates. Possibly inmates, but definitely not mates.
Quote 7:
His mind, as if by a careful thought control taken straight out of 'Nineteen Eighty-Four', did not once focus on the killing and the casualties, Aden did not make even the slightest remark about them. In his office-speak, full of expressions such as 'our strategic staircase' and 'our brilliant 360 degrees thinking', he only proudly announced our successful business exploits. There was something extremely scary and dreadful about it. Aden's narrow-mindedness and cynicism in that case ran so deep that I considered him inhuman.
Quote 8:
I am trying to imagine the situation of the people who hid there, while the German bomber planes were redecorating the face of London. What that must have been like: the air-raid sirens, the frightful noise emitted by the planes, the falling bombs, the deafening explosions... people desperately running for cover... parents and children and old people... the deadly danger and chaos of it all and the ever-present fear…
Quote 9:
Maybe I am just too suspicious about too much enthusiasm caused by 'amazing experiences' and always want to inspect and dissect its foundations. Of course, such inspections and dissections are a sure shield against happiness, because the shackles of the critical mind never let you enter the land of joyful insouciance, or at least never let you stay long enough in it. The eternal and essential question 'why?' together with her sister 'is that really so?' can never leave you in peace.
Quote 10:
While we were walking towards the Windmill Gardens, the sun disappeared somewhere within the clouds and the sky became dark. This sudden weather change gives the windmill a majestically sinister look. The dark sky and the blowing wind create such a dream-like scenery around the windmill that it makes my mind wander. I am looking around, almost expecting to see Don Quixote de la Mancha on his horse and Sancho Panza on his donkey exchanging their points of view regarding the windmill.