There is no question that Elizabeth Hand writes beautifully; her imagery and choice of words make this collection of short stories a lovely read. For me, Elizabeth Hand ranks with William Gibson, Diane Ackerman, Neil Gaiman and Ellen Kushner for exceptional writing style.
The title story (Last Summer at Mars Hill) is my favorite, a poignant mix of coming-of-age and magic in a hippie commune, with the other stories ranging from the delightfully wicked (Engels Unaware) to the positively hair-raising (Prince of Flowers). Elizabeth Hand is at her best with the young, often female, protagonists, experimenting in a dark fantasy world tinged with malevolence, sexual overtones and the occasional quirky burst of innocence and joy.
Her full-length novels have, however, been of mixed fare, some exceptionally brilliant (Waking the Moon) and some difficult to get into (Winterlong, the Glimmering). Last Summer at Mars Hill I would rate at the top end of the scale, as it successfully captures an imaginative slice of her work, which should leave readers tingling and uncomfortably awake very late into the night.