As Faith, a reappearing character (most probably the author) in some of these pieces says at one point: ""My vocabulary is adequate for writing notes and keeping journals but absolutely useless for an active moral life."" Overlooking the second half of this sentence even if its unexpectedness and humor makes it hard to do so, you will get some idea of the Paley style, so very much her own. The stories, if that's what they are, are equally consanguineous -- dealing with what lies behind (parents -- first or second generation, Jewish, Irish, black) or around -- on city sidewalks or playgrounds, in the houses of childhood, or the institutions of old age. Say The Children of Judea in Coney Island where ""Faith in the Afternoon"" goes to see her mother and father, or a hospital where just a father lies dying -- protesting, regretting the changes that are to be seen even in the face of his daughter. Mrs. Paley has many admirers and her first Collection The Little Disturbances of Man (1959 -- republished a decade later) outwitted the mortality of the genre. Her attuned, engaging talent is lighter than air skimming survaces of life that we remember here, recognize there and respond to at all times.