Knuckleheads knocked me out. It’s full of finely observed stories with tremendously assured first-person voices. Many of these stories share common elements: characters in or looking back on high school sports careers, on one side of the bully/bullied equation, with a heightened (even ambivalent) sense of body consciousness — the collection is well-titled. But the similarities don’t feel limiting or constricting, because the individual stories are so strong (it also doesn’t hurt that several break the mold). A story (in part) about a golf tournament held me riveted, no small feat. And I’m actively impatient to read more fiction from Kass.
needs more demons? no.