Yevgeny Grishkovets writes with insight; he writes about people who resemble him, about people who are smart and hardworking, but live very complicatedly—who can suffer from loneliness or unrequited love, get tangled up, and, without meaning to, torment their loved ones—and suffer themselves. They don’t have external enemies, but their life is still very difficult. And yet they continue to live, to experience things, to want happiness, to love, to suffer, to be disappointed, and to hope again for something…