Maybe this is what Hal Duncan was aiming at. If so, Valente gets it right. These are not fragments, but stories, each one sparkling, each with a teller and a beginning and an end (or as much of an end as some stories get). As with Ink, I had trouble keeping track of the overall structure. (In fact, I found it hard to read the volume in long takes; I broke it up with other books.) Unlike with Ink, this didn't hurt the reading a bit. Nothing is incomplete if you forget a name or a role. The inner geek wants to diagram and hyperlink the lot, and I imagine somebody's inner geek already has. But it's not necessary.
Imaginative; colorful; dense with unexpected words; full of tales from all over the map, fairy tales to Scheherazade to fanciful Roman zoology, all twisted into spirals and set loose on each other. A second volume has been published, which I will devour after another break.