Normally I dislike "domestic stories." You know, those fictions that deal with slice-of-life musings or investigations into the American Life and Household. Lydia Davis tackles this terrain quite often, but the clarity of her voice, coupled with a will to make it all a little weird, makes her a keen observer of the minutiae of life. Her preferred style seems to be tiny prose gems, 1,000 words or less.
This hardcover-bound volume is thick in the spine but otherwise diminutive; it is graced with a bright coral cover. What a fitting vehicle for Davis's small fictions, which hold so much.