The twelve short stories in this volume average about five thousand words each and hardly a word is wasted. Reading them gives a similar sense of mixed awe and pleasure as one might get from watching a great sportsman performing at his peak.
McInerney looks closely at human falibility and does not care much for what he sees. His characters are from the upper middle echelons of modern American society. With a crisp, pertinant and fluent style, he brings their habitual infidelities, or self deceptions, or failures to connect into sharp focus. Thei descriptions he gives are generally short, just enough for the reader to hang on to, and the telling is at a pace which holds the attention to the end, while not gives too many clues as to how things will work out.
Anyone with a touch of cynicism, a hint of self doubt, or simply a love of good writing will enjoy this book. Anyone who aspires to writing, even in a different genre, should, I suggest, read it as an example of how things can be done.
I would suggest that McIninerny is in the same league as Somerset Maugham, Jean Rhys, and of course Scott Firzgerald.