MixedThe New York Times Book Review... self-contained, bleak and tightly wrought chapters ... South shows a comedic slickness with language ... That profound loneliness, though, becomes tiresome after so many chapters, and South’s fetishization of illness can be off-putting. The reader keeps hoping for something or someone to redeem the collection from despair, but that seems to be a little too much to ask for. If you’re looking for an escape from everything that is awful right now, it’s not this.
