I have been fortunate enough to read stories by Kuzhali Manickavel, and they are consistently wonderful. She worked for a brief while in the online writing group that I am part of. I think she became frustrated by the lack of useful critiques she received. I told her that I couldn't think of a single thing that would improve her work, and I meant it. It is rare to read stories like hers, I am not sure how to describe them, but they are strange, affecting, beautiful, funny and glorious.
Her debut collection is published by a new publishing house based in India, Blaft. It is available to those of us outside India from Amazon.
If you are not convinced by my words, let me turn to Miranda July who says of this collection "Not merely lyrical and strange, but also deadpan funny. I can't shake the feeling that I know this woman, personally--like we hung out at a party or something. But I don't, and we didn't. She's just that good."
And check out the ace cover!