I have been under this misguided impression that I’ve read a few things by Lorrie Moore when actually I have read just one novel, a long time ago, during such a hectic period that even my notes conjure up very little to remember it now. While these stories circle around themes of disappointment and regret, there’s still a wry humor and playfulness with language. I like how David Gates put it in his New York Times review:
Her characters banter and wisecrack their way through their largely mirthless lives in screwball-comedy style but for them it’s a compulsive tic whose aim is sometimes self-protection (utterance that warns others oﬀ and forms a protective shell) and sometimes just to ﬁll the void; the point is its pointlessness.
Her stories are in some ways similar to George Saunders’s, yet without any of the sci-ﬁ themes or the getting too hopeless and depressing.