What stays with you, at the end of “Homesick for Another World,” is less the ugliness than the loneliness and the pervasive sense of disappointment and failure.
Homesick for Another World tends to subvert likeability at every turn, populated as it is by characters who are rash, desperate, ill-advised and self-destructive.
Like Moshfegh’s characters, her readers will find themselves on the outside looking in, through a lens lightly warped or a smudged window slightly cracked.
Amid the collection’s dark tone, Moshfegh imbues an equally dark humor, at times absurd, at others melancholy and bone-dry.
Best in small doses, the collection as a whole leaves you wondering if Moshfegh’s bleak vision is already at risk of congealing into an affectation.