This is a collection of short stories that I appreciated - which is different than "liked."
I preferred Hassan Blasim's first collection, The Madman of Freedom Square, and I found those stories a little more accessible to my reading tastes.
However, if a reader goes into this collection aware that Blasim's stories are NOT "O'Henry style" where you get a clear-cut, wrapped-up, easy-to-follow narrative, then you'll be in good shape. These stories are challenging, often difficult for a western reader to follow, and are often not linear narratives. If I'm sounding confused, it's because I often was. This short collection was a struggle to comprehend and I could not get through more than one story at a time. The stories made me work, with double-meanings and strange images. If you do the work, the reward is there.
And - to me, the real value in making the effort at Blasim's stories (via Jonathan Wright's translation) is having a better understanding for the Iraqi experience of the last decade and more. Only a couple of the stories directly involve the US occupation, and they provide a window into the Iraqi people that our own media and writers simply can't provide.
So I can't say I 'enjoyed' the stories like I would if I was reading Stephen King's "Night Shift." But I feel more culturally informed about the people of Iraq that were so often faceless and unreported.