By Stacey Levine
"Amid alarming depictions of family distress and perversion, unusual metamorphoses, and imperiled nature, in addition to the occasional successful get away or alliance, Levine pronounces the demise of fable and anticipates the cave in of civilization. yet for now, she subtly recognizes that notwithstanding deluded, poisoned, and impaired we could be, we'll proceed to inform and cherish stories and tales as we fight opposed to lies, brutality, and alienation."—Donna Seamen, Bookforum
The population of Stacey Levine's tales test each one of these items and extra, without extra good fortune than those who have extramarital affairs or those who purchase activities vehicles. fortunately, Levine's tales have a clean loss of admire for reality.—The Believer
Levine's crisp tales equally locate pleasure and transformation as they chase down their fantastical plots. The woman with Brown Fur will not be everyone's cup of tea, however the adventurous will take pleasure in following Levine's breadcrumb trails, whether that suggests getting just a little lost.—A.N. Devers, Time Out New York
In her first brief fiction assortment in view that My Horse and different Stories, Stacey Levine provides us twenty-eight new, feral, untamable tales, in myriad modes, from laugh-out-loud humorous, to Kafka-nightmarish, to lyrical, elegiac, and philosophical.
Stacey Levine is the writer of My Horse and different Stories (PEN/West Fiction Award, 1994) and the novels Dra— and Frances Johnson (finalist, Washington country e-book Award, 2005).
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