First, I gotta say, "I love Evelyn Lau." Must be the whole angsty disgust thing that and broken down depressive -- our bodies are not ourselves -- theme that thread thru everything she writes. I like it. I like it a lot.
Then there is her use of language. It's knitted together very well. Something I always tried to imitate is the way she joins sentences in a paragraph together by the unity of images.
Oh, one more thing I really like. Twisty endings.
The last story, "Blue Skies," about a man who "seemed the sort of man
for whom rules were bent, who was forgiven by women he betrayed"
suddenly remind me of an old friend I haven't seen in a long while...