James Sie's "Still Life Las Vegas" seems like a collage. There are short chapters that click back and forth in time (but are helpfully labeled with who, where, and when). Interposed, there are occasional journal pages, illustrated by Walter, the main point-of-view character.
…more And there are interludes where the story assumes graphic novel form. I liked most the deft knife-edge writing, where the tawdry and sad are also luminous and funny. The characters are so well drawn (both in words and images) that I'll remember them far longer than most of my book acquaintances. And I've never been to Las Vegas but I don't need to now, having seen the gears and guts through the eyes of a local. I am confused, maybe in a good (literary) way or maybe in a bad (mind not supple enough) way, when I try to reconcile the several competing versions of the story core. This may be a book best fitted to readers comfortable with quantum uncertainties, where Schrödinger's cat can be both alive and dead. (less)