This is a very mixed bag of short stories, dark in content, depressing to read and not always clear in purpose. There are perhaps three or four which are of the standard one assoicates with this author but parts seem over-written (e.g. "blood ... large, symmetrically rounded drops indicative of low velocity and a perpendicular descent, and haloing every drop was a tiny flare of threads").
There are a few lines which will appeal to anyone who has dealt with children - the young boy, made to clean up before eating, "washing his hands with the air of a weary surgeon" or the mother who "wondered which of her threats they would remember, which would be useful and which scar".
The three most interesting stories are Marriage, which like a Roald Dahl story, holds its punch for the finale, As God Made Us, in which the author celebrates supportive male friendship, then twists the story savagely at the end and Another, the most optimistic of the twelve.