Darcie Dennigan's accounts of psychic states masquerading as disappearances are so striking, even luscious, that you may wish they were realities, even though she writes of great loss and unendurable pain. We see her Reporter every day on every TV news show, looking serious in a place of nothing, and telling us "I'm standing at the spot where-" invariably some horror happened. Mothers lose their children, often to animals, like Meryl Streep in A Cry in the Dark; and girls lose their proto-boyfriends and, years, later can't even remember how they died or even if they died. Behind Dennigan's "gone girls," the spirits of Kafka and Borges, and perhaps the shadow of Bhanu Kapil, wait and nod their heads in the great pity of fullness. Read "The Parking Lot" if you want to wrap your hand round the live wire of a miracle. -Kevin Killian