Most of these short stories are set around Lake Michigan, and most involve death in some way. All of them also work in a very poetic way that is only usually found in magic realist prose writers, like Milan Kundera and Gabriel Garcia Marquez.
Each of Means' stories works a thread from a single moment in time, exploding that moment and then exploring its myriad constituent parts and its consequences.
This is most clearly highlighted in 'The Gesture Hunter', in which the protagonist begins by saying: 'I'm interested in how people go about their daily lives,. You know, how they bide their time, what they fill all that time up with. Not the big motions, but the little ones, I suppose: someone hanging clothes on an old fashioned line...the fluid motion of her arms lifting the sheets, a wooden pin between her teeth, the sway of the line.'
Each story draws out and rests on precise moments like this, before spiralling off into memory or other tangents, in a way reminiscent of Virginia Woolf's stream of consciousness.
This is a thoroughly thoughtful collection, that makes up for its brevity (160 pages) with the sheer density of its language and import.
This is what the short story is for. For bridging the gap between prose and poetry, for allowing a kind of controlled freedom over a small space that the novel's clunking form doesn't often allow.
Means has a voice that stands out from the field, and it is one to keep track of in the future.