Miranda July makes me want to scream a little.

"No One Belongs Here More Than You" is well written. No denying that, these stories sing with crisp, concise imagery.

But the protagonists at best seem unhinged, and at worst are terrifyingly disconnected from reality.

There's a story that involves a woman talking to her downstairs neighbor. When he hunches forward, clearly having some sort of medical issue, she gets down next to him, trying to have a moment with him. Instead of, you know, doing something sensible like getting help.

Another that runs away with her best friend to live in a cheap apartment and do cheap sex shows and a porn store.

An older gentleman who is seduced by a coworker that's trying to set him up with non-existent sister.

And on and on this way, with people who are familiar because there really are people this thoroughly scary in their obliviousness and self-destruction.

It's a quick read and pretty entertaining, but I left it feeling oddly unclean. I think many people will relate to her stories, but I wonder from which side?