El Encierro de las Bestias Book

Here is a deadpan black comedy about three fencing contractors whose preference in life would be drinking pints of beer in a pub for 9 hours a day and working for 4 hours a day instead of the other way round. You can tell it's a black comedy because when the occasional death occurs it brightens up the proceedings. I did not lol, as they say, and indeed my own pan was dead throughout the reading of this novel, but inwardly (where it counts) I was smiling madly and guffawing gently. There might be some metaphorical intention with regard to the continual erection of fences and the title of the novel, which refers to what the fences are for, but I have found that if you don't bother with metaphors they will not bother you.