How deep of an impression can a story — or a life — leave, when it is brief? This seems to be the existential and literary question that Brockmeier plays with in his collection of flash fiction, “The Ghost Variations.”
I read this one for book club and, therefore, didn‘t get to read it in quite the way I would‘ve liked. I recommend floating in & out rather than reading 100 2-3 page stories in a straight shot (trying to finish on a deadline). 👇🏻