All the seasons, all the tones, all the moods are represented in these finely crafted and beautifully written stories, handpicked by the author. Self-deprecation abounds in "Thurber and the Flea Market", which is not only the opening piece, but also an ideal introduction to the McGroarty psyche. There's pathos and sadness aplenty, as in "Logic Games". But there are also large doses of typical McGroarty West of Scotland humour, as in "The Ten Planet Finger Theory". There's the sheer chutzpah of "The Irish Buddha". And in "Banal Realism" there's even the perfect pastiche of the currently much-lauded Nordic non-fiction genre.
It is the author's ability to switch effortlessly across this diversity of moods and styles - from Glaswegian wryness to intense desolation to madcap comedy - that makes both him and the collection so remarkable. McGroarty is a writer for all seasons. He is everyman. And he is everywhere.