If you know the number you don't know where the light bulb is

The other slim volume of short stories for recent travel south was Absolute Uncertainty by Lucy Sussex. I read it on way home with four over-sugared kids making a lot of noise in the seats in front of me. Actually, not so much in the seats as running up and down the aisle. Not so much making a lot of noise as screaming. Somehow it didn't seem so bad while I was reading the book. I have said it before, but it stands repeating - Lucy has a wonderful clear prose style that just sucks you in. It lets you put a bubble around yourself. Even the stories I had read before protected me from the running around and noise. Nothing protected me when they started kicking my foot.

How many Heisenbergs does it take to change a light bulb?