Lydia Davis writes short stories. Like really short stories. Some in this collection are a paragraph. Some are only one sentence. She is clearly questioning and redefining, with oddball style and irony, what the short story is. She reminds me a bit of Donald Barthleme's post-modern, playful take on the short story and both of them can be seen as an influence on the McSweeney's house style. I can't really say if I enjoyed it or not, but it was interesting.