I really wanted to like this book, but didn’t. It’s a large set of half-page vignettes, little stories and fables. This is a format that I just can’t wrap my head around. Even short stories (I mean, typical 10 page short stories) begin to annoy me after three or four. Hundreds of micro-stories soon became pure torture. Don’t get me wrong: the writing is excellent, there’s a sort of liberation theme running through the book. But there’s no actual narrative flow. Maybe it’s a postmodern thing. I don’t know. Stopped caring after the first 100 pages or so.