We might have lives but they’re not nearly as candid, pithy and interesting as the brief little narratives that fill the sepia pages of this crisp clean effort. Rosa Campbell’s life, for instance, is a mirrored void, she looks in the mirror and keeps seeing herself and she doesn’t like what she sees but, then, there it is. Jim Munroe doesn’t like getting ripped off, in fact, he’s obsessed with saving and his justifications remind us that in our lives practically all we do is spend and justify, shrugging our sloped sheepish shoulders and saying, well, that was worth it. But not for Jim. Sheena Babic slips into a Burger King and meets a homeless woman and tells us all about it. Our lives are more confusing. They don’t have the clarity, the crisp speed of these fascinating urban parables. Yes, we do have lives, sad longing intolerable lives that are nothing like these great tales, but words on the page are not life, they are some other canyon, deeper than our lives, but infinitely easier to cross.
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