Andrew Crumey’s new book is a quasi-novel built out of connected short stories. It’s something for which we English have no specific term, but for which German critics have probably coined an impressively resonant piece of nomenclature (Kurzgeschichtenverkettung, maybe?). It’s as good an example of the form as I know.

Crumey, who has a PhD in theoretical physics, understands that the foundations of reality are not solid building blocks logically assembled but weird juxtapositions, spooky entanglements and counterintuitive unsuccessive causes and effects. His literary imagination blends science-fictional, magic-realist and mundane-realist elements in equal measure, not from caprice but because on the most fundamental level that’s how he thinks the universe is most accurately represented.

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