What makes this so glorious is Galloway's text. Muscular writing that yanks straight out the nerves of her subjects. Writing that is playful, sensual, sexual and prone to diving off at sudden angles. Stories that can jump and buck and go anywhere without warning, manipulating words, literally bending and sliding the words on the page. In 'Hope' the couple seethe behind home improvement magazines.
Loves are inconvenient too.
In 'Bisex' a woman waits at home imagining her man with his male lover. Picturing them making love, envying the kissing and the sex but worrying about him having to sit alone in a bar. Care and love intact whilst knowing that what he longs for is not her. And in the darkest moments there is something else masquerading as love. He gave he a fair chance and butter wouldn't melt in her mouth.