"Joanna Walsh's ... stories enact a literal vertigo--the feeling that if I fall I will fall not toward the earth but into space by probing the spaces between things. Waiting for news in a children's hospital, pondering her husband's multiple online flirtations, or observing the tourists and locals at a third-world archeological site, her narrator approaches the suppressed state of panic coursing beneath things that are normally tamed by our blunted perceptions of ordinary life"--Chris Kraus, back cover.
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