I really like this book. It's very quirky and original - the only author I can really compare it to is George Saunders. There's a lot of weirdness going on, but contained, directed and oddly satisfying weirdness. Probably my favourite is The Boyle Curriculum, in which a primary school teacher devotes more and more time to telling his class about the overbearing ways of his older brother Boyle: "What sort of man is Boyle?", he asks rhetorically. What's lovely is how the children become obsessed with Boyle and the many ways in which he's a dick to his little brother - there's something cosy and slightly disturbing about it. In fact, you could say that about the whole book.
I also really liked Field of Ladders, which is about a field full of ladders, and which I won't describe further because it would spoil it for you. Oh, and then there's the one about the Jackson passports, which I find myself thinking about mysteriously often, considering how short it is. And "The Minister of Defence forgets" - I'd quite like to read a full book of that. Weirdly, none of those are mentioned in the Guardian's review of this book - the reviewer liked a completely different set of stories.
Not every one of them is brilliant: I didn't understand a word of "Found report: idea for a photon cannon" (am I being stupid?) and some are more or less one-paragraph jokes, which didn't feel as satisfying to me as the longer ones (though I loved "The Dogs"). But I digress: I really like this book. It's particularly good to read at bedtime.