Although these stories allow Updike to show all his strengths - he has no match when it comes to fashioning an original take on the most routine of domestic exchanges or describing with candour the less routine - they do expose how far his imagination had shrunk in his latter years.
Every time we encounter a different male lead in these eighteen tales an uncannily familiar profile emerges: only child, brought up by newly-poor parents and live-in grandparents, and source of hope for the adults. To assist those yet to spot Updike himself in these various creations - Toby, Craig, David et al - they all tend to lie on the floor drawing as kids while not outside watching grandfather smoking. Fritz even has psoriasis.
So, be under no misapprehension: this is more autobiographical than fiction. While all are definitely rewarding reading it might be best to read them individually over time rather than back to back as I did. The similarities should recede then as well as spinning out this last collection from one of the greatest literary voices of the last fifty years.