I'm not going to review Trevor's ability as a short story writer - plenty have done that already. All I can add is that, for me, he's up there with Alice Munro, Lorrie Moore, Nabokov and John Cheever, part of that small group of short story writers who happily and ably carry Chekhov's mantle. I bought this collection to fill a few gaps and because it promised to be a high quality product. However, it's beautifully designed, but horribly printed. Nasty, cheap paper and printing completely undermine the ambition of creating such - on the surface - a lovely looking object. Each time I have started reading from the book, immersing myself in a new story, I found it hard not to be galled and distracted by Penguin's meanness. There are plenty of paperbacks whose production standard and tactile pleasures are far, far greater.