the short stories at the front of this are all fine (closest thing to a highlight is prob "jonah," which is a sorta-borges-y-in-tone thing about exactly the jonah you think it's about) but the main draw is the titular novella, a fever dream wherein a 20something dude recovering from tuberculosis is coaxed to murder by his (maybe mind-reading?) landlord & that's before the thrown eyeball or the maori hit man at the burger joint or the appearance of liza minelli. p deft in how it becomes utterly indeterminable when/if the protagonist lost his marbles -- at one extreme, maybe he's still delirious in the hospital; on the other, maybe he's lucid throughout, w/ a whole lotta in-between possibilities. having listened to lots of new zealish music of the period (e.g. chris knox) i shoulda been prepared for weirdness but idk this made for some v strange commutes home on the train