I’m a huge fan of David Haynes’s rich, funny, character-driven fiction. He’s the kind of writer who can make the people in his books feel genuinely alive. They are impossible, lovable, unexpected, and human. The title novella here has Martha’s middle-aged daughter, Cynthia, driving to the mortuary with a co-worker. Until this moment Cynthia hasn’t much liked or respected her, and didn’t want her along, although their relationship changes over the course of the drive. Meanwhile Cynthia’s wrestling with the complicated grief of loving and resenting a disapproving but fascinating mother who wanted the best for her and tried to chivvy her into being that person. All the stories have a web of outrageous and delightful and relatable characters. The way they’re depicted is sometimes fierce, sometimes hilarious, often both. Kirkus called this collection “spirited, witty, and illuminating” and “a treasure trove of warmth, smarts, and wisdom.” That seems right to me. Sometimes a question raised in one story feels as if it’s answered by another. These stories made me think about who we despise and who we take as heroes, how that can change over time, the ways people grow (and shrink). Also about both birth and chosen families and how they operate. I love how the characters try to reach across the kinds of rifts that divide us. Sometimes they succeed, sometimes they come to know themselves better, and sometimes they move towards doing better. Reading these stories, I feel hopeful about life and the possibilities of communities and connection.