E.L. Doctorow is a favorite author of mine, but after reading this book I have to ponder why? Not why is he a favorite writer of mine, but why did he bother to write it. The book contains six short stories and one novella. The short stories have nothing in common, except they are snapshots of various characters and events that only capture a moment in time. Going nowhere, doing nothing. As for the novella, "Lives of the Poets," the narrator of this tale, a poet, tells us about a number of his friends, who are also poets and, like the storyteller, all have wrecked marriages. You would expect Doctorow to tie this all together and explain how the poetic mind contributes to busted relationships. But no, the narrator just lays it out without rhyme or reason. In retrospect, maybe Doctorow is subtly, or not so subtly, bragging about his marriage which has been very successful. Doctorow has written many masterpieces, "Loon Lake" being my personal favorite, but this seems way below his standard of craftsmanship. Thankfully, it is a small book and I didn't waste much time in its reading.