For some reason I have the feeling that I should not like Charles Baxter, perhaps because I find his writing so likeable, and I have the ridiculous notion that I should have to work harder to like someone's writing, or perhaps it's because I have been influenced by other's reviews of his work, and I want to be irritated by it, but I am not, I actually really enjoy what of his I have read so far (except The Soul Thief.)
Yes, it's true that he often uses ridiculous and unbelievable names for his characters and he does have an annoying (and somewhat creepy) young-quirky-girl fetish & tortured old intellectual fixation, but I still like him. There, I said it. I like him. I may even like him a lot. I don't know, maybe it's the Michigan in me, all three months of it.
Anyways, four stars for this collection, and five for a couple of the individual stories, particularly Cataract and Surprised By Joy.
Overall, a strong collection of stories themed by loss, disillusionment, danger, and the occasional peripheral bird.
I must say that I do appreciate that Baxter knows his botanics, and ornithology for that matter.