Vera is thirty-three years old and, instead of a baby, she carries around a silver laptop that has travelled the world. Her supersonic hair (and air) scares people away.

She lives with her shoe collection. She falls asleep with Mickey Mouse comics. She is super. She was not born to watch television. Why was she born? In order to bear babies, according to her mother; to save ailing companies, according to Charlie; to live in hotels where she lures men she’s not interested in, as it happens.                        

Why then does the word “dick”‘ come out of her mouth so often? How much does free psychoanalysis cost? What does “we get married or we split up”mean? Will her nerd friend Goofy ever discover capitalism and fashion? Who took her laptop away? And why on earth did she shoplift –something less than Dolce Gabbana?

Like a loose elevator falling from a skyscraper, about to crash on the basement, Vera collapses. And she discovers love and fear.

(She is neither hyper nor super anymore).

Man by man, fear by fear, Evi Labropoulou narrates a story as hyper and energetic as a tennis ball. It’s also deeply sarcastic and funny. It is not a coincidence then, that this writer has been compared to Irvine Welsh, Douglas Coupland and Bret Easton Elis.  

  “A rare treasure for Greek literature- to be cherished” Petros Tatsopoulos, writer 

“There is nobody in Greece that writes like Labropoulou. Name one! There isn’t!”" Stefanos Tsitsopoulos, journalist.  

 “I’ll never hang my washing out on the roof terrace; I will never watch television and iron underwear at the same time – I do not watch television, I do not know how to iron, Mum. I am trying not to listen to that voice inside my head, dictating: dust gathers in corners; briefs placed one by one; do not put towels together with sheets; do not put thongs together with boxer shorts – otherwise they engage in  passionate sex? But I have confirmed this, mother– they do get dry nonetheless.”  (extract)