Andrew Wayne Adams is one of the best kept secrets in Bizarro. This is only his second book in six years, but the bang for the buck here is enormous. The stories collected here are entrenched in a kind irrealism that few others can manage. Not only are we talking about worlds with dream causality and absurd discoveries, but each time we think we understand that reality, it is once again undermined, resulting in varying degrees of hilarity and existential dread--like the best irreal writing from Kafka to Barthelme to Link. Now, there are a few stories here that make me think I needed to go to more college, which are so rapidly constructed and deconstructed that I'm not even sure how to feel about them. But overall, these stories were delightful, hilarious, heartwarming, and off-putting. I demand more books from Adams before I die.