Some of these stories were really great (e.g. the title story, the cold, the drawer) -- sparse, frosty, and emotionally blunted in a compelling way. but this collection spans, like, 20 years and there was some early work included here that probably could've been left out. her stories dealing with non-Chinese cultures felt a bit clunky and anthropological -- maria, in particular, I thought was dreadful. Interesting point: the afterword bemoans Hong Kong's Cantonese vernacular, claiming that this holds it back from participating in the Mandarin literary tradition. I'm sure a lot of people feel differently, and I'd be interested to hear recommendations for other literary criticism on this topic.