I’m not sure if these stories are meant for grown-ups, but, frankly, I don’t care. They are ripping yarns of the Edward Gorey sort. Off-kilter and weird and, most vitally, fun. Despite their skewed fairy tale quality, they have a trueness to them. They speak to the emptiness that haunts most of us and how we try to find some way — if not the best one — to fill it.