I just finished reading this book for the third time, and I'll read it again. It's a collection of six stories concerning the adventures of a sailer in a Central American nation 'small enough to put your arms around.' Based on the author's experiences, the plots of the stories are fairly humdrum horror. But they draw on a well of erudition far beyond what you normally see, and the simple stories are elaborately decorated with discursive loops of exposition, marvelously rendered sensory details, and some of the very best dialect writing ever. And the stories are not so much told as presented -- despite multiple readings, there are certain passages that still have me puzzled as to their precise meaning and intent. This is not inept writing; it is challenging. And delightful. Davidson has a very eccentric, very personal prose style that is consistent across works with different settings, intents, and genres, and it is at its best in this volume. Funny, frightening, and above all else intelligent, this is a one of a kind book from a one of a kind writer. I was tempted to give it four stars due to the plotting being but a skeleton for the prose, but the prose won out.