by Kevin Canty |
REVIEWED BY RICHARD EISENBERG
Don’t be fooled by the title. It’s the diminishing sands of relationships Canty traces, in tales as spare as Raymond Carver’s and as frank as a Larry David rant. “Anger,” declares a real estate agent who can’t find a home to please his wife, “is the engine of marriage.” In Canty’s world people lose control. “Things are running away from me,” says a lonely woman. These stories linger.