Outer suburbia5/13/2023 Both books promise that the strange can–and likely will, if you bother to look–turn up right in your front yard and in your own family. Both books are made up of brief, perfect, odd moments just long enough to get under the skin, and in one case in Outer Suburbia, to actually make me cry (“Undertow”). If I can manage it, I will file it next to Barry Yourgrau’s Wearing Dad’s Head, because Outer Suburbia reminded me a lot of reading Yourgrau. Fortunately Tales from Outer Suburbia is very narrow, because there’s not much space left in there. Only my very favorites go in the pie cupboard. This book is going on my special bookcase, the one that used to be a pie-cooling cupboard and has chickenwire screens in front of each shelf.
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