To appreciate these stories you have to take their incomplete, flat, ho-hum, off-hand style as intentional, as a literary statement and not an author deficiency. They are minimalist non-dramas that point to the absurdity of human existence. Taken individually, you are tempted to say "so what?" Taken collectively, they accumulate a melancholy elegiac power.
Every plan fails. That's what the man had refused to tell him. Every single body's. But that, my friend, is precisely life's sorrow. And now that he had it, he clutched it like a penny." —Sheila Heti
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