Eleanor Levine’s debut collection of stories is wild and exuberant, full of the stuff of real life filtered through a vision as unique as any I have ever encountered. I loved every story in this book, as wide-ranging in scope and subject as they are. The short story form is in the new and innovative hands of Eleanor Levine, which means that it’s alive and well and ever-evolving. A remarkable book.

Eleanor Levine’s short stories start out odd, become strange, and flower into true weirdness. It’s ordinary life shattered into fragments and reassembled as rueful surreal comedy, in which people die and are buried, but also show up for lunch, their indelible grumpy selves. It’s like nothing else you are likely to read this year, or maybe any year.

Levine’s unique voice catches you off guard and takes you on a wild journey you didn’t know you needed. Ultimately, Kissing a Tree Surgeon is a collection of stories about belonging. And in a time where feeling like an outsider amidst a surrealist landscape is common, Levine reminds us to laugh about it.

Though one could approach this book as a novel-in-stories, some of the pieces stand out, like a stark, hypnopompic hallucination just before waking.

What pulled me back into these stories, again and again, was the buzzing language, forceful enough that the words vibrated on the page. This language is propulsive and dryly funny, with off-the-wall comparisons that hit with a blunt edge.