Sheesh, another of them doodanged pointless writers. When I got to how many brothers and sisters the narrator's parents had, and then their children (this in a very brief story) I gave up. Where's the irony? Where's the fun? Where's the self-awareness, and where the despair? Well, this reader certainly felt the latter. If this is the model that creative writing classes adopt (see other review by aspiring writer) that explains a lot! I note, by the by, that in an interview in this week's Time Out Bloom says 'I'd identify myself first as a person'. Barely, in my view - or maybe author and reader need to exchange comfort zones, if this were possible; but isn't this what writing is supposed to accomplish anyway? Maybe I should just get out more (or stay in more? but hey, I'm only 66, I'm too young to settle down). Depressing, anyway