Chastised at a party for not knowing who Lorrie Moore is, I immediately fled to the library for a copy of Birds of America. From the first word, Moore clutched my throat and drowned me with delirious, light, witty writing. I could have dog-eared nearly every page to demonstrate quality writing, but left the book unmarred. Lines like “I’m going to marry you till you puke” or ” ‘I think you should see someone,’ said Jack. ‘Are we talking about a psychiatrist or an affair?’ ”
Short stories, tightly packed. Birds and guns and inner turmoil.