A book about humility, about being unsure and being out of sorts. A shy cosmopolitan tone to it, at once knowingly defensive & isolated & yet still venturing into the unknown. A little bit 'oh woe is me I'm an educated straight dude who likes chivalry,' however, not in a capacity that makes you have to put the book down. Blaise seems to know these characters are making mistakes, and let's them wade out fully into them to figure it out for themselves.
I'm really impressed with this book. I read a newer collection of his, The Meagre Tarmac, a few years ago which is maybe better, but, this is perhaps more open, a few more thematic directions than the later work which is a remarkable daisy-chain of stories. If you like short fiction, pick these books up!
"He strolled to the water's edge. It was cold. And noisy—such unattended noise was terrifying. A thousand bathers would go unheard." -120 Blaise