Tenth of December by George Saunders
Saunders writes strange, stylistically distinctive short stories about hopeless social situations in the modern age, or in near-future parody ages. A couple of these stories are quite powerful. Almost all of them are disturbing little bon mots of quiet desperation told with a lot of irony and black humor. Saunders remains fresh, distinctive, with a great eye and ear for the absurdity and hopelessness of Middle America.
Somewhere at the crossroads of Carver, Alice Munroe, Chuck Palahniuk, and Monty Python Saunders sits, grinning a slightly sad grin and spinning great little stories.