A review by savaging
The Heaven of Animals by David James Poissant

1.0

I think this is a good sign for me. I've long worried that my foundational literary aesthetic remains what it was when I was a child: how many animals are in the story? Lots of animals = great art. No animals = boring. And so I was pleased to find that I could read a book chock-full of animals and still find it bad.

All the narrators in these stories are whiny, cruel, and tiresome men. The bit about the alligator was nice, though.