David Ebershoff is one of the more exciting new writers of fiction on the scene today. In his latest book of stories he proves that not only does he write well, but he also has that rare ability to create characters so real that we can swear that we've met them. And this is all the more unusual in that the people he creates are far from heroic. They represent that part in all of us that just borders on malfunctional, traits that if pushed further would be gross fodder for the mental hospital. And yet he makes us care for them....passionately.
Ebershoff also firmly understands Pasadena, California - a strange place watched by millions on January 1 each year as a haven for beautiful flowers, purple mountains, palm trees, and terribly affluent people. Without resorting to disdain Ebershoff lets us get to know these sequestered relics from another time who refuse to move out of their historic importance into reality. He takes on the guise of the very young, the aging closeted divas, the used up street walkers and wanabe sex toys, and with each narrator voice he seems to be intuitively right on target. This is a superb collection of stories from a writer who merits our close attention. His next novel will be eagerly awaited by a growing devoted readership.