“An absolute weird original. It’s a frantic, funny tumbling of culture into the abyss—or maybe just a catastrophic date in an Olive Garden. Either way, read it at your peril and pleasure.”—Amber Sparks, author of The Unfinished WorldFrom the author of String Follow and Palaces, a ollection of short fiction about identity, undergrounds (symbolic and literal), art reenactment, and unexamined possibilities. Masterworks will beguile, amuse, frustrate, frighten, and in the end, connect....

David Bowie looks at a painting in a gallery. As he watches, the face in the portrait seems to shift, to take on his own aspects: the silhouette spills into the Ziggy Stardust mullet, then contracts into the fascist-chic pompadour of the Thin White Duke, then goes curly. An astral jewel blooms on the forehead; the left pupil dilates.Standing before it, David Bowie sees every mask he has ever worn, every shapeshifting phase of an iconic, fifty-year career even the most jaded critic ...