If you don't know Ottessa's work then I urge you to stop reading this drivel and immediately go here, here, and here. And after you've read these stories, which shine like amethyst suns against a sky of basalt and pumice, google some others and read those, too. Because then you can say, "I knew her when." But of course, you'll only mean "I knew her work when." since you're probably not lucky enough to know her in person, whatever that's like.
When her book comes out, either this year or the next, it's going to be a sensation. It'll be the darling of The New York Times Book Review and The New York Review of Books and even other places that aren't in New York (she lives in L.A., anyway). It's going to stir up a can of worms and open up a hornet's nest and in general defy all cliche and categorization. Well, no. It will, in fact, be easy to categorize: Best Short Story Collection of 2014 (or possibly, 2015).
Please, Knopf (or FSG?), make my third New Year's wish come true. Because let's face it; the first two don't have a chance in hell.