I Am Homeless If This Is Not My Home might be described as a necroscape or “the big adieu,” with dying and dead characters sprinkled liberally throughout the three interspersed plots.
Had Nora Ephron’s title Crazy Salad not already been taken, it might well have been better applied to this collection of American short stories of the past century than it was to Ephron’s
I must begin by declaring a huge appreciation of Lorrie Moore’s writing, impatiently waiting for her to produce another book since the publication of Birds of America in 1998.
