"If the ghosts of Woody Allen and David Mamet were available (at this early date) to float through the fiction of one writer, that writer would have to be Stan Rogal.
In linked short stories imbued with wry humor, brutally frank honesty and caustically banal dialogue, women and men argue, make love and taunt each other mercilessly. Parents and kids don't get along: ""We love you ..."" says a character in ""Hard Line"" to which his father responds: ""Bullshit. I'm going to kill myself tonight."" "