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By Jeff VanderMeer

Compared via critics to Borges, Nabokov, and Kafka, modern fantasist Jeff VanderMeer keeps to amaze with this surreal, leading edge, and absurdist collecting of award-winning brief fiction. unique beasts and inconceivable tourists roam restlessly via those darkly diverting and finely honed tales.

In “The Situation,” a beleaguered workplace employee creates a child-swallowing manta-ray for use for academic reasons (once defined as Dilbert meets Gormenghast). In “Three Days in a Border Town,” a sharpshooter seeks the reality approximately her husband in an elusive floating urban past a far-future horizon; “Errata” follows an oddly well-known author who has marshaled a penguin, a shaman, and pearl-handled pistols with which to devise the top of the realm. additionally incorporated are tales unique to this assortment, together with “The Quickening,” within which a lonely baby is torn among familial legal responsibility and loyalty to a maligned conversing rabbit.

Chimerical and hypnotic, VanderMeer leads readers during the postmodern right into a new literature of the imagination.

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