is it actually, uh, somewhere in these stories that the phrase "petite sublime" is used? probably—which makes the idea of deciding the phrase is a decent description of them rather too easy. regardless, it's rather good—both complimentary and also, in its undercurrents, bleak & constricting. sublime doesn't seem like a concept that should be subject to spatial qualifications and petite is far too thoughtful and qualifying of an adjective, feels like a fancy curly bow. like the conventional adjectives of beauty and delight walser is fond of, especially in the earlier pieces. (decent of gass to point and tease that characteristic out, in an essay that's remarkable mostly for how much it sounds like, well, a glass short story.) probably best read with other books at the same time, oops. somehow (well, actually, it's clear how) walser is more concentrated on its own, jangling among other contrasting printed matter, than with a whole lot more walser.