A perfect title for this collection of odd, occasionally brilliant, dazzling and artificial tales. Some of the stories, set in rapacious South-American jungles and bitter Northern highlands, are instantly recognisable; this in Carter in the sensual and wicked fairy-tale mode she is perhaps most well-known for. Other tales set in Japan (recounting or perhaps inventing her 'Sadie Thompson-esque' experiences as a barmaid in the Orient, as she memorably described it elsewhere), are clever and introspective, full of the dreamy beauty, the absorbed masochism and downright strangeness of Japan. These tales grow on you slowly, like those Japanese paper flowers that open out underwater.
I think Fireworks illustrates better than any of her other story collections (excepting the glorious Bloody Chamber) just how fantastically inventive and rigorously intelligent Carter could be. Truly fireworks for the mind.