Michael Chabon did an excellent job selecting the stories for this collection, hardly a dud in the bunch. I still don’t understand how Cory Doctorow gets published, let alone in these kinds of things, but there you go. I guess he must be a brilliant writer, able to write in very childish styles to reflect his characters viewpoint or something. In every single thing he’s written.

But I probably shouldn’t dwell on that. And Cory’s story is readable enough, if you can get past the narrator’s style. Overall this is a great collection. Tom Perotta’s story starts it off strong, and I was able to pass the trip from Boston to Atlanta, Atlanta to San Jose with all of these and it wasn’t too painful. The one that surprised me, at first because I thought it was a bit weaker, and then because I really enjoyed it, was Joyce Carol Oates’ “The Cousins.”
Again, well worth reading.

Picked this up at Barnes & Noble the other day (half off! Woohoo!), with the idea that skipping through a few short stories would help me get that story off to Adam for Fenway Fiction II.

So far, not much progress on that front. I enjoyed the Tom Perotta and Dennis Lehane stories, though…