In this collection of works, we meet a woman guided only by a plastic bag drifting through the streets of Berlin who discovers a nonsense-named bar that is home to papier-mache monsters and one glass-encased somnambulist. Floating through space, cosmonauts are confronted not only with wonder and astonishment, but tedium and solitude. And in Mexico City, stray dogs animate public spaces, "infusing them with a noble life force."
From the beginning, its classification as a story collection is rendered useless. This fabulist work goes beyond the experimental; it is simply an experience — unsettling, monstrous and lovely. The whole thing is so wild and irreverent to formal convention that not knowing what is going on feels perfectly fine ... These stories crawl into spaces that have no map, no doors, no clear way in or out, fiercely refusing to be grounded in any tradition at all.
Haunting ... It’s all pretty delicious, like mixed bags of candy with bonbons for every taste ... The tone of the entire endeavor: dreamy and awake, channeling a deep intelligence that marries both intellectual knowledge and some collective unconscious. A haunting, revelatory dreamscape.
