This is the first I am reading of Isak Dinesen. The Fat Man, I read to start, in following my immediate endearment towards it (the name of this story being so blunt and round and fresh, I couldn't help starting there); I was instantly convinced it was a little work of genius, although I wasn't sure if it was a fluke or a genuine effect of Dinesen's project as a writer. Then, I read The Bear and The Kiss, and this confirmed my initial view. Not unlike Kafka, there is something obscene, slightly private and incoherent about these stories; as was the case with some of the best of Kafka, everything here was kept out of publication in her lifetime. If you have ever read Amerika, and thought the Nature Theater of Oklahoma was the best possible ending to the novel, you might feel a similar, if milder, effect in the stories I listed above. I held my breath over the last few pages of The Bear and the Kiss, so heavy did I hang on every word, so unclear which of the many crags of meaning Dinesen would finally decide to hurl us in. Also like Kafka, in these stories there is a gesture towards fairy tale and moral allegory, the point of which refuses to cohere exactly, or even land, in any conventional sense, preferring to float like a gas in front of the reader's eye. Nothing in Dinesen is so wild and willful as say, Description of A Struggle, but might sit aside The Hunter Gracchus, or even Jackals and Arabs, comfortably and not collapse, as most conventional fiction might. I have read one of the Gothic tales she published in her lifetime since reading this collection and I admit it felt somewhat bogged down and convoluted in comparison with these fresh sketches, but i am looking forward to trying again.