You've got your good things... And I've got mine.
David Lynch is a man who has concerned himself with things such as childbirth, parental anxiety, hardened criminals, the negative effects of industrialism, the dark underside of Hollywood, love as viewed through the eyes of someone who has lost it, music, the death of one person in a small town and its following effects, the magical wonders of coffee, what is reality and what is dreams, insanity, and, amongst other things and perhaps most scary of all, Nic Cage's acting abilities.
As a big fan of Lynch and his wonderful, weird, scary, and beautiful way of looking at the world and telling stories, I saw the title for this anthology (which comes from a song in his debut feature Eraserhead) and instantly knew I had to read it. And much like all of the subjects he himself has covered, this book is filled with stories that tackle everything from isolation to sexuality, hatred to love. And much like his work, most of this is great, but there are a few missteps along the way.
After reading the absolutely hilarious foreword by Bradley Sands, I plunged in and read each story in order and found that there are three types of stories in this book. The first is a story that apes elements of Lynch and winds up feeling dull and uninspired because of it (stories such as "Lou Reed Sings 'This Magic Moment,'"which reads as Lost Highway fan fiction, and "Inland Where Secrets Lie," which is the literary equivalent of watching Inland Empire, my least favorite Lynch film I've seen). These honestly could have been removed and not much would have been lost. Thankfully, these types of stories aren't terribly abundant.
The second kind of story is the one that uses elements or motifs of Lynch to their advantage (things like owls, character names, a shit ton of blue velvet and red curtains, etc.). These include stories such as Laura Lee Bahr's "Blue Velvet Cake" which blends the past and present, much like Lynch often does, but does so in a way that tells a unique story of hatred and resentment. Another good example of this is "Sextape" by Simon Logan, a story of a woman who is told to sell a sex tape that turns her world upside down (this is one of my favorites as it feels like a mixture of Lost Highway and Mullholland Drive, in its own nightmarish way).
The last kind of story is one that feels like something Lynch might have made, but does its own thing entirely. This includes Jeremy Robert Johnson's incredible "Persistence Hunting" (which was one of the best stories in his awesome collection We Live Inside you and is one of the best in this one as well), which is a classic noir tale through and through. Then there are the more outlandish ones, like Cody Goodfellow's "Population: 2" which honestly feels like an X rated Twilight Zone episode in a really good way, and Kirsten Alene's "Gloria," easily one of the most fucked up and weird pieces of fiction I've read in a while, solely because of the ending. Then there's Lake Street by MP Johnson, which is... tough to describe and impossible to forget, again because of the ending.
Point being, the good outweighs the bad in this anthology. While there are only a handful of truly great stories in here (my favorites being the aforementioned "Persistence Hunting," "Sextape," and "Blue Velvet Cake," and "Gloria," along with David J. Osborne's "Imprinting," and Jeffrey Thomas's "Portents of Past Futures"). A lot of them are pretty confusing and vague, but most are worth reading even if you don't understand them entirely or they don't wow you. In other words, this anthology reflects Lynch's own career pretty well, with everything that implies.
Side note: My favorite film by Lynch is Lost Highway, followed very closely by Eraserhead and Twin Peaks is easily in my top five TV shows ever made.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some coffee to drink and donuts to eat.