Emma Straub is incredibly observant. She’s sharp and witty with a humanist perspective. And she parades as a manic pixie dreamgirl. Or is mistaken for one — a plight far too familiar. This collection of short stories borders on haunting. The prose teeters on poetry. And then Straub pulls out her knife and shaves off pieces of your heart. I can’t tell you the last time I’ve read something so poignant and relevant. And I cannot wait to read Laura Lamont’s Life in Pictures.