A very clever little book. It somehow manages to be incredibly compelling, possibly by tricking the reader into being convinced of the interconnectedness of the stories despite, as the book proceeds, the reader increasingly becoming convinced that there is no genuine narrative or story, even in the seemingly directly continuous stories they encounter. The story is entirely made by the juxtaposition of unrelated sequences and yet the magic of the telling leaves you convinced of their self-evident unity.
The early 2000s, fractured implied narrative in short scenes set in Nevada's bleakness, in global trade's corners, in conceptual micronationality, in the simultaneous confidence in and impermanence of technology.
