A clear example of a cover drawing attention to a book and influencing its purchase. It probably says more about me than I'd care to admit.
I'm half-a-dozen stories into the collection. Each story comes with a dated postmark, and each one contains an epistolary exchange of some sort. The prose is lean, and the author, a New Yorker writer, is clever. And is aware of it. There is a sense that the stories, for all their variety, are to some extent finger exercises in narrative technique. It makes the book a sly cerebral pleasure rather than one in which you feel wholly sympathetic to it's protagonists. As for what it's about, it's about the miscommunication between lovers - people saying one thing but meaning another.