It's apt that this novel contains the world "stories" in its title, in the plural, because this novel contains many stories. Most of those stories pick up somewhere after their beginning, and most of those stories drop off somewhere before their ending, and they branch off each other in an almost fractal concatenation, occasionally merging with or burying themselves inside others. Eventually the whole thing kinda runs out of forward momentum and it slows to a halt like some sort of inland delta--or as an alternative metaphor, collapses under its own weight.
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The Ballad of Perilous Graves by Alex Jennings
This really just flat didn't work for me. I thought it was going to something other than it was, I guess. I should have taken a closer...

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A neat little Horror novel (big shock on the genre, there, I'm sure) that plays some interesting games with PTSD and identity, with ma...
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Reading this novel reminded me a good deal of reading Processed Cheese . America Fantastica is more subtle, and the points it's makin...
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Oh, gawds, this novel starts as a bit of a mess and wraps up like someone who read too much Naturalistic fiction and decided to go with no...
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