Sam Cohen’s debut short story collection, Sarahland, is a psychedelic plunge into the lives of characters called Sarah. We meet each Sarah at the battle line between their nebulous identity and the traditional roles society has set forth. There’s a story set in a Chinatown strip mall’s velvet painting museum, another in Ancient Egypt, another in a Midwestern college dorm. These genre-bending stories are superficially disparate, but bound in their attempt to relinquish confines imposed on the inner self and its relationship to the outer world. It’s a modern mythology.