Two stories here: one in NY and one in Bristol - no real discernible link between them other than the author's supremely good ear for dialogue and eye for outrageous comparisons (there is a wonderful moment when a caught-between takes character is described as if her feet are placed inside two drifting boats) and witty musings (the reasons behind people in big houses turning their lights on at night is particularly dead-on) In general, and the author seems to go along with this in her short intro, Hanwell, the second creation is the more haunting ... who would have thought painting the living room could sum up the essence of living? Does here.