While it is not the best of Carver (my favorite remains Cathedral), the book condenses his work to a great extent. It presents urban portraits of places with lights on but a latent darkness. Almost as if he were delving into the corners of the rooms, Carver narrates that small dose of unease and insecurity that every life, no matter how resplendent it may become, possesses. Among banal phrases and insubstantial moments, the lives of Raymond C.'s characters are all or nothing, fighting to survive one more day or change everything. Normally, his characters recount a particular moment of their lives that could perfectly be the tipping point to weave a new story; however, the story ends there, indicating that possibility. Whether it is due to his editor (who liked to give him a lot of help with his texts) or under his own conscience, Carver's stories never have an end. They are like life: impossible to grasp in a couple of words. Hence, they extend until the writer is tired, as far as necessary in order to capture an entire moment of life. Although not all the stories in the book are equally powerful (the first two are rather slow and not very well achieved), the two middle stories ("Menudo" and "The Elephant") are violent tales, in which life emerges with all its small triumphs and incessant fears in every word. The last two stories ("Horses in the Fog" and "Three Yellow Roses") maintain the line, without being as powerful as the two in the middle.