Liberation Day

A strange, but compelling, collection of characters revolving around memory and bias. Not all of these felt like fully fleshed stories, but the people in them made me unable to care about narrative structure, or seeming lack thereof. There were moments that set my teeth on edge, esp the story with the mom and missing boy and how he wrote her, but I also appreciated what he was doing. It was almost this angular, awkward position held too long for even a semblance of comfort. Despite three of the stories being pretty much the same story, the last version made me a little tearful. His ability to write the funky, kinda smelly parts of people fascinates me, even when it's pushed to eleven.