The short stories in here were somewhat forgettable (ie I can't remember them now), but the novella was interesting and surreal. Basically a long story about teaching in prison (one of Dawson's most common themes), and the strange mental turns that that teaching can lead you to. I envied this experience quite a bit. I can date my reading of this book only because it has a wine stain all over it from my trip to Argentina. I had bought a bottle for the bus ride to Chile, and then it exploded all over my bag.