not merely superfluous, but ridiculous
this post was originally published on my Goodreads account.
Melissa Goodrich’s short story collection is full of stories that take magical realism to the next level, gently severing the connective tissue that can keep the genre so frustratingly tied to older forms like parable and allegory. Goodrich instead invites you to be led by the peculiar logic of her language, sentences that arrive in surprising places, paragraphs that end in cul-de-sacs with no particular place to go. As a more ground-bound reader, I found this fascinating and frustrating in equal measure–my favorites of the collection were “Lucky” and “Where Dust Storms May Exist,” both stories that proceed more or less naturalistically from a fantastical premise. But even the more esoteric and formless pieces, like the title story and the cute-then-disturbing “Anna,” have a sentence or image that sticks in the brain.