... a disturbing, forceful story collection ... sharp, haunting ... [Meijer] writes wonderfully of the trap of the self, with its impossible prisons of circumstance and identity, not to mention the perversity of being buried alive, alone, inside a body ... At times the book delivers more spectacle than impact, and risks projecting a gothic mood untethered to an interpretive framework. But Meijer’s willingness to write fiercely into the abyss deserves respect, and maybe the darkness of the untethering is the point, or at least an accurate depiction of life’s obscenities. Any one of us may know unendurable affliction without the means to comprehend it.
[Meijer] has a gift for writing sharp, vivid stories that are strange and horrifying in the most delightful way ... fans of Meijer won’t be disappointed by Rag, which is even better — and darker — than her debut collection.
With terse, dark prose, Meijer has created a cohesive set of stories which seem to delight in exploring taboos and destroying expectations ... These stories are unsettlingly honest, with the most twisted inner thoughts of each principal character laid bare for the reader. Rag is at its strongest when delving into the minds of its uniformly flawed narrators ... The haunting, beautifully horrific stories in Rag linger long after finishing the collection, and subtly answer almost as many questions as they raise about what it means to interact with and be a man in the modern world.