All Maritime literature is about, at some level, alcohol. When you read Joseph Howe, you have to bear in mind the punch bowl on the sideboard, or David Adams Richards, the stack of empties in the mud porch. Even Anne of Green Gables gets wasted on raspberry cordial. In Christy Ann Conlin's Heave, Serrie the recovering protagonist wonders exactly what it is Maritimers are supposed to do when they stop drinking.
Joey Comeau's Overqualified fits right in there. The epistolary novel takes the form of a series of job applications, the applicant Joey Comeau's strategy being to lie in the resum
é and tell the truth in the cover letters. Though for "tell the truth" read "unveil manic fantasies of revenge". Many of these letters have the belligerence you might meet in a tavern parking lot. Biographical details sift out about a dead grandfather, a broken relationship, and a brother killed by a drunk driver. By the end the narrator is no closer to a job, but you are closer to understanding why.
But aggressive truths are still truths. Here he is applying to Absolut Vodka:
You don't know what I mean, do you, Absolut? Your commercials are all pretty pictures and clever design. They're very attractive. I'm applying for a job, because I don't think you understand what it means to be cool or strong or invincible. You of all people should know. That is what alcohol does. It makes you strong. You can fight anyone. You can seduce any woman. You can drive faster than death.