My reaction to this book is strongly positive, but also mixed. The writing is poetic and Baroque in complexity and vocabulary, and the imagination often soars beautifully. I tend to prefer the poetic writers, the heirs of Bradbury, in Science Fiction, so this collection greatly pleased me.
Two of the shorter pieces -- "Child's Play" and "310 Lucy" -- were special favorites. I was teaching a monthlong workshop on POV when I read "Child's Play" and proceeded to recommend it as an example. We are allowed to share the experience of God slipping into the body of one of Her creatures...
"310 Lucy" is a description of a house across the street, where people go in, but don't seem to come out. It's not actually a story, but there is a turn of perception. I'd have been happier with the story if the turn had been based on a rational evaluation, but that's not this story.
There is great exuberance of language, some nice African mythology, some African-American mythology, and a heavy emphasis on the music of the people. I delight in the idea of aliens here collecting our songs, the way college people once combed the bayous and Appalachians for songs and hung on the words of cotton pickers and gandy-dancers. I loved the idea of the light going out in Memphis, including the sun and stars, and the idea of a rare vinyl album that can heal. (I think that "Shanequa's Blues -- or Another Shotgun Lullaby" should be on a double bill with Howard Waldrop's "Do Ya, Do Ya Wanna Dance") I was generally quite pleased to be reading these pieces.
But there are issues, and if these pieces were given me by a student I'd have been requiring specific rewrites.
• About half the pieces aren't actually beginning-middle-end stories. They're poems or effects or mood pieces. [That's okay; I write such things myself. But most readers are actually looking for a story.]
• Little is done to make the reader care much about the characters. One often does empathize, but it's more with their problems than with their persons.
• Because the characters are sometimes not a hook, and because half the time there's no story, there was little to move me from page to page. I frequently broke off mid-story, because nothing drove me to end a story before I took a break. I had the experience I've frequently had reading Gabriel García Márquez: the pages are lovely, but does this author know what a story is? (As a rule, GGM can't tell a story to save his soul. Certainly doesn't know how to end them.)
• One story was a great example of use of POV, but most of the stories are written in omniscient POV with sloppy head-hopping, which was often disorienting.
• The poetics frequently end up being a substitute for meaning. I am unable to say what happened, or what "that was supposed to mean" in key parts of the book. It was lovely, but opaque, at several points.
I see in Goodreads that several readers gave up partway through, and I expect the issues I've listed are behind that. But for the Literary reader, and the poet, I would firmly recommend it. And I look forward to what Thomas does next.