In this collection there is something for everyone, although one is led by the nose too much by the subtitles between sections, as if one couldn't be expected to put the right label on a story by oneself. Stories to make you glad to be alive, Stories to send a shiver down your spine, Stories to read when it's all going wrong, etc.
But it's time to forgive these infelicities when you consider the array of writers gathered in these pages. Anton Chekhov, Angela Carter, Rudyard Kipling, Richard Yates, James Lasdun, Kate Chopin, Julian Barnes, Virginia Woolf, Arthur Conan Doyle, W Somerset Maugham.
The only story I didn't really enjoy was Martin Amis's The Coincidence of the Arts, which concerned a visitor to New York who is asked by the Doorman of his apartment complex if he will read his novel (the title of the story is the title of his novel). The visitor is simultaneously seeing a beautiful black woman who never speaks. The story had an identical atmosphere to that in Money, not my favourite of Amis's books, and it transpired that the Doorman was beating his wife, because he was so frustrated at not getting his novel critiqued. Naturally, the girlfriend turned out to be the Doorman's wife. What a mean, nasty little world Amis has concocted here.
Only this one story from 22 failed to grab my senses and pull me into its world which is a very good recommendation indeed.