Too Small For Basketball

'I felt like I'd just joined some club Joel had founded when I was still five foot. I think back on it, when I'm walking along a street on a busy Saturday, into shops selling blank tapes and earbuds and washing machines; I watch cars go by and I watch people walk by, and all I can think of is how amazed I am that there isn't complete chaos the entire time.

I keep waiting for everyone going about their daily business to just stop dead and say a collective "Who are we kidding?" and start having sex there and then. And not stop until it was time to eat. And then start again. What had been invented in order to stop this chaos happening in the supermarket every day?'

'Too Small For Basketball' is so luminescent, it seems it could only have been created telepathically, out of a force field of teenage neurosis. In chapters marked out like a height chart of ever ascending experiences, the narrator discovers the mystery of sex and chaos. That sometimes, order is the best we can hope for. Sometimes the chaos is too dark to be confronted.