In Boris Vian's collection of short stories, the surrealism comes abruptly, without warning: in the middle of a normal set of events, strange things begin to happen, not strange in the sense of ghost stories, but in an unpredictable manner, orchestrated by the author's abundant imagination. I played along and followed the winding paths of dreamlike happenings, enjoying most of the stories. In a smaller or larger degree, they were all filled with violence, but Vian's black humour makes it way more bearable. My favorite stories? Journey to Khonostrov, Good Students, The Plumber and Blues for a Black Cat.