Here is the Chopin of short stories, all mood and personality, atmosphere and impressions. The reader makes his or her own interpretation. Many short stories are all snappy plot and the obligatory surprise twist at the end. Do not necessarily expect this with Mansfield. The pleasure of reading her is that she has a keen eye for observation, a sharp wit and an acerbic pen (probably when alive an acerbic tongue too!). These are vignettes of people and social ways closely observed, their moods as fleeting as the clouds that pass over their heads. It is so unfair to compare her adversely to Chekov, as she died 10 years earlier than he did so had less time to mature and develop. The downside is that her language and references can seem dated, for example when mentioning class issues of her time, but the same can be said of many writers who describe social issues, such as Dickens. I read these stories while staying in New Zealand, shortly after visiting the Mansfield house museum in Thorndon, Wellington, which I would also strongly recommend to any Mansfield reader who might be in the area.