but then i read this book.
and it’s not all
it turns out, finland is also like this:
that last one may not actually be from finland, but it made me laugh, so into the review it goes!! i am not a purist.
this is a collection of shortie short stories mostly about lonely people committing acts of violence. frequently unexplained, often unprovoked, violence. and in a two-and-a-half page story, i suppose the explanation would be clutter, but still, it is chilling to have that absence of psychological motivation. these are like o. henry stories, except instead of a “twist” it usually ends in bloodspill or reader discomfort, or as the back cover fancily states: “…an emotional intimacy that draws the reader into uncomfortable empathy with the extremity of their deeds”
so what i said, only better.
they aren’t all violent—i don’t want to give the wrong idea. maybe 3/4?? the rest are simply bleak, or at their mildest, nostalgic.
so, more like this:
are there more pictures than words in my review?
and you know you love it like cotton candy, as insubstantial as it is.