I’m way behind on my book review obligations as well as my own writing and reading. Even when I was concussed, I managed to read—it wasn’t a good idea; it wasn’t pleasant, but it was irresistible. May as well tell me not to breathe. But my fall down our back stairs and the resulting injuries and staph infection has brought me low and humble. I haven’t read a complete novel in about three weeks and only a smattering of flash or blog posts. It’s unimaginable that such a thing could occur. The loss of productivity has been devastating. Because, if you can’t or won’t write, you can always read. But that hasn’t been possible. So it is with great enthusiasm that I have finally been reading again and offer a review of CS DeWildt’s fine flash novel, The Louisville Problem.