The nameless narrator(s?) of these stories are always obsessed with an encroaching icy cold, always at the inscrutable whims of faceless "advisers", and never quite view other people or their business as real... a wonderful mix of feeling seen and yet completely unmoored. Zero genre loyalty in the best Weird Lit way. Specters of heroin and the War always lurking in the background.
Favorite stories:
Fog: surprise horror story! super chilling tale of psychopathic killer, with a narrator so frank, lucid, even relatable, that you almost find a little comfort in her slice of life (reminded me in that way of they have always lived in the castle)
Machines in the Head: industrial society and its future but for women
I read Ice but got super bored wandering the junkscape. Some of these sound good though, especially the stuff about an overwhelming disgust for cars.
Yeah I'd say it's worth checking out even if you didn't like ice. more variety, and lots of interesting stuff about (I assume, based on her bio) cars, industrialization, etc.