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College students, recent graduates, and their parents work at Denny's, volunteer at a public library in suburban Florida, attend satanic ska/punk concerts, eat Chinese food with the homeless of New York City, and go to the same Japanese restaurant in Manhattan three times in two sleepless days, all while yearning constantly for love, a better kind of love, or something better than love, things which--much like the Loch Ness Monster--they know probably do not exist, but are rumored to exist and therefore "good enough.""Tao Lin's territory is the rich, neglected space between the bigger things we thought we already knew. Only in his hands everything becomes strange -- a little warped, a little sad, and a whole lot more intriguing. With understated lyricism, he reminds us that if we can't fix things, then at least we can try to see them with perfect clarity." --Todd Hasak-Lowy, author of The Task of This Translator"I just finished Bed and feel like it's the kind of prose I'd like to be writing, somewhere between Haruki Murakami and Lydia Davis, but a little younger. It's thought provoking work that rides the line between discomfort and humour.'"--Jeffrey Brown, author of Clumsy