One of the author quotes on Folk's website (www.katefolk.com/home) blurbs these as "if Kafka and Camus and Bradbury were penning episodes of Black Mirror" and yeah, pretty much. I'm too much of a ninny to watch Black Mirror, and if someone made this book of stories into a show I would be too much of a ninny to watch it, but I enjoyed each of these little tales of mostly single women, mostly in SF, dealing with some pretty strange things. Body horror, as promised.
Content warning not a plot spoiler but maybe a locals delight
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the last story opens with a character mentioning that their friend is a the DSA SF chapter’s monthly meeting, later in the same story a character is talking about Murakami books, later in the same story they are driving listening to Bowie’s Low.
I know this is like a swinging at cat in San Francisco or anywhere really but I was like “stop doing this to me, Kate Folk. 🤭”
