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A review by anaiira
How Does a Single Blade of Grass Thank the Sun? by Doretta Lau
3.0
I wanted too much out of this anthology.
All the short stories feel like half finished thoughts that go nowhere, everyone in them spinning in place, filled with despair or alcoholism or disappointment. They're both too real, as if the author is pulling them from her thoughts and daydreams, and too unrelatably distant.
The title of the collection made me think of or want something that the titular story was exceptionally bad at delivering.
All in all, just like Jeff Wall's photography, super not my cup of tea.
All the short stories feel like half finished thoughts that go nowhere, everyone in them spinning in place, filled with despair or alcoholism or disappointment. They're both too real, as if the author is pulling them from her thoughts and daydreams, and too unrelatably distant.
The title of the collection made me think of or want something that the titular story was exceptionally bad at delivering.
All in all, just like Jeff Wall's photography, super not my cup of tea.