Another review of Clockfire, very astute, some strong and smart comparisons:
The collection appropriately opens with an epigraph from Artaud, and the prose pieces that follow fall under the umbrella of his theatre of cruelty: plays where the spectators are at the center of the spectacle, where they must engage the performance. . . . The spectators are again and again called forth and let loose into a darker reality.
You have to scroll down the page (or better yet, read your way down).