Matthew Battles does not write stories that move, develop or unfold. He creates worlds that hiss, snap, and rattle, and decorates them with objects that brood in black, glassine silence, or crumble into dusty revelation. Characters are left to grab at scraps of reality sent whipping about them at hurricane force. Ideas run faster than memory can sieve them from the flow, leaving vaporous reverie to fill the vacuum - dogs populate trees, demolition men bear holy forgeries, and a slick dark box siphons off synaptic vibrations.

In The Dogs in the Trees, man’s best friends deliver an enigmatic rebuke. The protagonist of The Sovereignties of Invention is enthralled by a gadget that plumbs the depths of the stream of consciousness. In The Manuscript of Belz, a librarian ponders the glamor of the book and the bloody limits of cultural experience. And The Gnomon seeks in Internet culture the same dark energies limned by Poe. Each story within waits, still, dark and deep, to yield its unique shock of uncanny truth.