Andrew's Reviews > The New York Stories

Strongly surprised by how different this was to Hardwick’s other work. I’m used to the dissection of literature, I’m used to the nail-biting 4 a.m. prose, but these are stories in the broad American realist tradition, the tradition that’s responsible for both the highest heights and the most callow lows of American fiction. Where is Hardwick? Somewhere in between, although on the higher end of the spectrum. It’s still not the essential reading that Sleepless Nights is, but she crafts a fine story.