Things always work out in the end, don’t they?
I really didn’t get this book of short stories. I hated the first five, loved the fourth, thought the long one was very interesting and provocative, then back to the hating. Overall, I had problems with the flippant tone and believed in many cases the stories were a waste of beautiful prose. I mean, shouldn’t fiction speak to the heart – what’s the point of solely an intellectual connection? Art is the depiction of emotion, isn’t it? Why else bother?
The writing is vivid and descriptive, begging to be read aloud. A multiplicity of characters – a high energy level. I found the abstract words offputting and distancing. Obviously I didn’t get the point. The relentless happy endings were painted on like a clown’s smile.
