Stuart Block is thirty-three, partially sighted, recently married, and – as the novel opens – watching his wife of four months pack her bags. Marie isn't leaving him for another man, exactly. She is leaving him for the badgers. With the government's cull under way, she has found something she cares about more fiercely than she cares about Stuart, and nothing he says – not appeals to love, nor to reason, nor to the particular uselessness of badgers as romantic rivals – is going to change that.

Left alone in a mildewing London flat with a resentful cat and a single surviving basil plant, Stuart embarks on a campaign to win Marie back. What he discovers, instead, is a cast of people he never expected to meet – and a world he had never thought to enter.

Told in Stuart's irresistibly companionable first-person voice, Animal Lovers is a novel about grief and gratitude, about illness and the aftermath of survival, about the ways we fail the people we need most – and the ones we haven't met yet. It is very funny, and, when it needs to be, quietly devastating.

The long-awaited reissue of a debut critics called slick, polished, and quietly devastating.