Davis is known for her brevity—many of her stories are single lines, most span no more than a page or two. This collection is chimerical: critical and flippant, funny and devastating, calming and maddening. Several tiny, seemingly tossed-off stories coalesce, while a few longer works pace in circles. There’s a good deal of grief in these pages, which the title and cover—economic as always—playfully deny.
It is right that the murder of many people be mourned and lamented.
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