Amy Bloom has a knack for coming up with catchy titles — one of her earlier works was A Blind Man Can See How Much I Love You. Where the God of Love Hangs Out is a collection of interconnected stories, some of them previously published in her 1993 story collection Come to Me. The running theme is, unsurprisingly, love: extramarital, bereaved, confused, and in one case, incestuous. If this sounds melodramatic, it isn’t. Bloom has a bone-dry wit, and if there aren’t belly laughs in these stories, there’s no shortage of rueful chuckles. Though long on my reading radar, this is the first of her books that I’ve read, and I enjoyed it enough that I may tackle her much darker novel Away, which she says may get made into a movie.
Here’s a short interview with Bloom, in which she declares “I’m not the Little Mary Sunshine of fiction”. For some reason, I can’t seem to get the video to embed, but the link works.
author photo: Beth Kelly