A giant stone, a concrete slab about to be laid as a sidewalk, is hurtling towards a car window. Inside the car sits a property developer. Outside stands a hunched architect. Time continues to slip away, fractions of a second by fractions of a second.In this gripping novella, Andri Snær Magnason has created both a fable and a polemic: a howl against the loss of beauty when money runs everything, so that a city is covered in black cladding and grey corrugated iron, and its people are treated as commodities. In a world where the super-rich own way, way too much, Giantstone implores us to wake up and smell the roses, before it's all too late.
