Jess Arndt’s collection of stories is reminiscent of a gender-bending Kerouac. She lures you in with lush and bizarre details, hanging you out to dry because the story ends and it’s on to the next one. I think my favorite was the first one, wherein three ladies come to the end of their month stay in Atlantic City and the money the narrator wins at the casino (Taj Mahal!) is supposed to go for her breast removal but instead she squanders the $1000 payout. A hurricane approaches. There are awkward scenes with not being comfortable having sex with the other ladies. It’s all great writing and bouncing around from NYC to Quebec to SF to Connecticut, real stories told from a perspective you don’t usually get to hear.