Tenth of December

7 out of 10 of these stories were first published in The New Yorker, which means I had read them already. And now, after reading this book, my conclusion is that Saunders shouldn't publish collections of stories. Each of the New Yorker stories was fine in the magazine, great even, but reading them one after another is kind of annoying. For me, there's a certain sameness–not in the subject matter necessarily, but in the voice and the manic electricity of the prose.