With just a few exceptions, the stories in this book did not interest me. A couple were more descriptions of state of being than stories, and were simply boring. Some were too surrealistic to make sense of. But even most of the proper stories did not speak to me. Perhaps there were some cultural nuances I did not get, but none of my other forays into ethnic literature have felt so profitless. I did get the sense that the authors had things to say, just that (again, with three or four exceptions), they were not talking to me.