(Fiction; Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2006)
Deborah Eisenberg’s seventh collection of short stories has attracted a great deal of the sort of attention usually accorded to writers of exceptional short fiction: glowing reviews, a cadre of devoted readers, but not yet a more widespread following. Eisenberg has never written a novel and, along with Alice Munro, she demonstrates that for some gifted souls, short fiction is not a lesser alternative to the novel but a writer’s truest form.
