Koestenbaum's fables travel in circles, slipping away from their original point and leading the reader to a paradisiacal suspension of fixed categories. Intensified sentences and curlicue narratives scheme together mesmerically to convince the reader to abandon old ways of thinking and to take on a commitment to the polymorphous, the wandering, the tangential. Koestenbaum's fables-emergency bulletins uttered in a perverse vernacular of syntactic pirouettes-alert us to the necessity of pushing language into new contortions of exactitude and ecstatic excess.