We saw Lopez read a story from this collection, about a man with a geographic tongue, at a small room in a DC bar that was sort of like a treehouse almost, and that made us want to get this collection. And it's good, and funny, and strange-- if you don't know Lopez work, a lot of the pleasure is in the working out of strange grammatical conceits. So, in the case mentioned above, what does a geographical tongue mean, and how many ways can you phrase the question-- and then there's a turn, but really it's a new term, which is in its way generative of more sentences. Most of the stories are told from the same vantage point, that of a smuggish man who thinks he's kind of suave, though the stories themselves don't really challenge or confirm that notion. The stories are spring-loaded, if you're into that kind of thing. I am, for a while, but these might be a little too samey for me to read one-after-another.
This collection also includes a novella in parts, which sort of has some of the same elements, but this time there's kind of a macro structure, too, mostly in terms of the three characters, which then grows to four and threatens but never really commits to five. If the shorter stories evoke Padgett Powell, the novella bears a kinship to Pete Markus, but funnier.