Came for the DFW obscure fiction syllabus nod, stayed for every variety of bougie doctor. The narrative fragments in a way which feels like this moment. The humor is mordant and devastating and, well, “The jet, the Xerox, the abortion law, and of course, of course, the tape recorder– these advances in terms of the reversible and the irreversible are one line, one still fuzzy line, between our set and the last set and the next.” Trust is a gentle transaction of hostages. Woah!