A short story collection looking at romance, mostly from the point of view of the heterosexual male of 1960s communist Czechoslovakia (remember that?), from the sexually inexperienced and overeager, searching-in-the-dark twentysomething to the extremely experienced and somewhat calloused, mocking, reflective, overly-lit older intellectual, from the oft-defeated bashful type to the over-rationalizing forward type. They're all comedic, a couple even downright farcical (the one communism-themed story is actually by far the funniest one) which seems about the right sort of energy, jittery, for this sort of mission, which apparently involves exposing the messy, confused sentient being (who, really, never even asked to be born) behind the throbbing, perplexing, often caricatured testosterone fiend we never really ever even asked to be. Which is to say, it's a surprisingly enjoyable read from beginning to end. Similar to how watching the movie "Swingers" is a surprisingly enjoyable experience, even as it reminds you of all the romances in your life that you completely and totally fucked up and perhaps then even of several ineradicable sins you'd like to believe have long been out-run. I wish I could explain to you exactly what elevates this sort of comedy into actual literature, but I don't think I can, not immediately, not right now, though the writing is exquisitely strong, exciting even, in the meticulously plotted, musical way worthwhile comedy often is. The best I can do right now is say, rather than be entirely a force of idle distraction, or a force that lures you straight into pious, family-adoring treacle, the laughter seduces you instead into standing before and looking squarely at a harshly lit and coldly polished mirror for an uncomfortably long time. And I suppose if you happen to have been born a woman, perhaps you'll enjoy stumbling upon a number of solidly plausible explanations for your male partner's chillingly bizarre life decisions. Four stars.