This is a collection of short vignettes that are often poetic, and then sometimes they are fully poems. They are always drenched in memory. Often they are the memories of young boys, so there is an overemphasis on disgusting smells and body functions that seems to transcend cultures. Those create a real sense of time and place, and what life was like as then. The later stories are not as physical, more haunted by the past, and so less caught up in the present. The feelings are always real.