If you adore Lorrie Moore, as so many of us do, you'll find much to enjoy in her new collection of eight stories, "Bark." All the sparkly balls are in play - puns, politics, pop culture details, sometimes all at once, as when a character confuses an unnamed torture prison with a line from Jabberwocky, "the mome raths outgrabe." (Abu Ghraib for $500, please.)
Every story delivers the classic Moore club sandwich of melancholia and humor, and if none is the equal of the best stories in "Birds of America," the book is still a strong recovery from her iffy 2009 novel, "A Gate at the Stairs."
The Moore-ish obsession with wordplay begins with the title: Nowhere in "Bark" except its epigraphs does a dog appear. The cover image is a tree trunk, covered with bark, natch; the first story is called "Debarking," and in the last, a gun-toting motorcyclist shows up wearing "a football helmet with some plush puppy ears which had been snipped from a child's stuffed animal then glued on either side."
The "debarking" in question is Ira's so-far-unsuccessful attempt to get over his divorce. Though he has burned his wedding tux, he hasn't yet removed his ring, and now his finger has swelled around it. He has moved to a depressing house in a neighborhood with streets named after fishing flies - Caddis, Hendrickson, Gold-Ribbed Hare's Ear. Friends invite Ira to dinner to meet their pediatrician friend, Zora. But between his difficulty with debarking, and her unusually intense relationship with her son, Bruno, their dates are fraught with misfires.
"At the restaurant, the sound system was playing Nancy Wilson singing 'For All We Know.' The walls, like love, were trompe l'oeil - walls painted as viewful windows, though only a fool wouldn't know they were walls. The menu, like love, was full of delicate, gruesome things - cheeks, tongues, thymus glands. The candle, like love, flickered - in the brass tops of the sugar bowl and salt and pepper shakers." Then, just as Ira's trying to convince himself that everything's fine, Zora starts crying. "I just miss Bruny" she explains.
In "Foes," Bake McKurty, author of a George Washington bio, and his wife, Suzy, attend a posh Washington benefit before the 2008 election. Bake gets in a huge argument with the lobbyist he's seated next to but is afraid to tell his wife much about it. "He did not know how much time he and Suzy might even have left together, and an endgame of geriatric speed dating - everyone deaf and looking identical: 'What? I can't hear you? What? You again? Didn't I just see you?' - all taking place midst bankruptcy and war, might be the real circle of hell he was destined for."
The final story, "Thank You For Having Me," features a wedding. The marriage is ill-advised and is interrupted by small-time terrorists, but it rolls on, nonetheless, to the dancing. Michael Jackson's "Shake Your Body" comes on, and the narrator grabs a partner, confiding to the reader, "I wanted this song played at my funeral." I count this as ending on a note of cautious hope.