

Okey. A collection of well-written short stories with no particular standouts. The kinds of stories you might read in The New Yorker then forget once you turn the page. The kinds of stories that end abruptly and leave you wistful, but only for a moment.
Okey. A collection of well-written short stories with no particular standouts. The kinds of stories you might read in The New Yorker then forget once you turn the page. The kinds of stories that end abruptly and leave you wistful, but only for a moment.