Any spiritually-minded person that has had experience of tedious factory work will relate to this book.
Smallcreep is slightly obsequious worker who knows his rank and place in this huge foundry gives a fascinating commentary . On a quest for the General Parts Stores as he drifts through the workshops and offices which are full of weird surreal characters and machinery you get feelings of absolute loneliness, despair and isolation. Not only is the book damning of factory life and mindless people it also attacks the hum-drum banality of everyday life, consumerism and politics. You are given the impression that the factory is actually portrayed as the tedious circle of life in which we live and Smallcreep's eventual return to his machine after the round tour demonstrates this, the last few pages scream in desperation at the despicable tedium mankind has created for himself.
It appears that this novel was one-off by the author who has obviously written from experience, the sleeve says that he gave up factory work entirely and runs his own pottery.