This debut collection combines a fiction writer’s command of story with a poet’s passion for language and line. Rather than constrain humanity’s tumbling mind, this book collaborates with it, by turns leading and being led. A narrator enters a story, moving parts around like furniture. A third-person prose piece takes an abrupt left turn into an elliptical first-person poem. Bits of language appear in the margins, refusing to be absorbed or ejected. With virtuosic dexterity, Booth paints us in all our luminosity and shadow, inviting us to finally, fully inhabit our extravagant imaginations like a child who crosses into the rising sun straddling a hippopotamus. Booth’s work carries us toward a horizon too bright to see.