Suppressed feelings and a break down of the conventions of storytelling force me to single out David Bell as a young talent who’s gonna bust up the literary scene one day. Stunning, dead-pan short short stories showcase that, as always, the best way to write with emotion is to write around, not through, feeling. In particular, “Judah and Naomi” and “On Sunday” both end simply and successfully with the literary equivalent of the nervous twitch. But there’s also a way in which the stories don’t end – David doesn’t title all or even most of the stories, and the works flow into each other so that it takes you a couple of paragraphs to realize you’re somewhere else, or are you? A pithy little book. (HN)
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