![]() The other concerns Laura Byrd, a "wildlife specialist" employed by the Coca Cola Corp. The city and its residents make up one strand of Brockmeier's story. Everything about them is ordinary except for the countless different hallucinatory ways they got to the city: by crossing a "desert of living sand," riding a trolley through a forest of giraffes, and falling into an "ocean the color of dried cherries." Everyone in the city is well aware of the fact that they are dead. They drink coffee, drive garbage trucks and play mah-jongg. ![]() The people who inhabit the city work in diners, banks and jewelry shops there's even a modest newspaper. Kevin Brockmeier's second novel is both eerie and intimate, as befits a book whose first chapter appeared in both "The O'Henry Prize Stories" and "The Year's Best Fantasy and Horror." It begins in a city, or, rather "the city," a metropolis not unlike New York (it has a river, a subway and a Christopher Street) but that has no discernible boundaries - in fact, it seems to go on forever. ![]()
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