His style is very similiar to Kristen Roupenian's Stories in "Cat Person". Some of them are incredibly good, and some seem, to me, way too strange to understand the point of it.

This one was weird, odd and peculiar, just like a monkey dressed in a tuxedo eating a steak dinner at a fancy restaurant only to have his face smashed with a cream pie. I guess that's what it's like to read absurdist fiction. Debut short story writer Nana Kwame Adjei-Brenyah, under the tutelage of George Saunders, delivers one of the oddest collection of tales I've read in a very long time. The titular piece is probably one of the best of the bunch. It is an indictment on our capitalistic culture and deleterious need for consumption. However, the opening piece, "The Finkelstein Five" flirts with greatness. It is a sharp, stinging satire about the gross miscarriages of justice in our judicial system. The themes—injustice, racism, consumerism, apathy and, yes!, even hope—are weaved into the fabric of these insightful, thought-provoking narratives about what happens when subtlety must be approached with the delicacy of a sledgehammer to the kneecap. I truly enjoyed reading this debut short story collection. Mr. Adjei-Brenyah's future, thanks in large part to his unmatched talent, is bright and limitless. That is all.