There is definitely a unifying sensibility that runs through the stories collected here. I'm not sure how to put it - a kind of terse opacity or apparent (but not necessarily all-the-way-down) depthlessness, maybe. Difficult to put one's finger on it. Had read a couple before - Glen David Gold's "The Tears of Squonk, and What Happened Thereafter" (about a circus and a murderous elephant) and K Kvashay-Boyle's "Saint Chola" (for mine, the best story in the collection). Kevin Brockmeier's "The Ceiling" v.g. and, I think, A M Homes' "Do Not Disturb".
Also, working my way through the volume, I found myself feeling at a few points that all the thinking about (and doing) writing has made me a better reader.
