Lorrie Moore’s energetically forlorn, desperately hilarious short stories seem to take a while to compose. Bark is her first new collection in 15 years. But the pieces in this volume show that she has lost none of her capacity to disturb while she amuses. These eight stories are crawling with jokes, quirks, asides and comic observations to the point that it’s almost possible to overlook how sad they are, and how obsessed with death, decline, sickness, fading and a roster of personal and political betrayals. ‘If you’re suicidal and you don’t actually kill yourself,’ says one character, articulating what seems like a theme of the collection, ‘you become known as “wry”.’

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