Kirk Curnutt is the author of twelve volumes of fiction and literary criticism. His first novel, Breathing Out the Ghost, won the 2008 Best Books of Indiana competition in the fiction category. It also won a bronze IPPY and was a Foreword Magazine Book of the Year finalist. His second novel, Dixie Noir, was published in November 2009. Other recent works include Key West Hemingway, co-edited with Gail D. Sinclair (UP of Florida), The Cambridge Introduction to F. Scott Fitzgerald, the fictional dialogue with Ernest Hemingway Coffee with Hemingway (with a preface by John Updike), and the short-story collection Baby, Let’s Make a Baby, Plus Ten More Stories. The recipient of a 2007-08 Alabama State Arts Council literary fellowship, he is currently at work on a nonfiction account of the 1956 attack on Nat King Cole in Birmingham.
Eleven short succulent stories, all of which moved me.
"Overpass" was the first one, and it sucked me in. A story of several very different lives crashing together in time. (Plus, Kirk mentions my favorite Dylan EVER, Blood on the Tracks)
I skipped around from here, going to the story "Sleeping Bear". The title reminded me of my favorite childhood place, Sleeping Bear Dunes. What a treat when the story takes place in that very spot!
I have never really been a fan of short stories, I can never get into the story or "believe" in the characters, but this is an example of short stories as they should be. Within the first sentence or two, I was drawn into the story, relating to, aching for, or hating the characters. Immersed in the details and raw emotion of the story, I didn't want to get out. Perfect.
Side note to the author: I hate you Kirk, for the seemingly effortless writing you do. It's so damn good and here I stuggle to put together a decent review. Okay, so I don't hate you. You rock, bro! With much admiration and affection, your goodreads Sis, BRMB
I wrote a review for this... almost four whole paragraphs, it had words like fallible, disquiet, and weightiness and I realized that it just plain out sucked.
It comes down to this. It's all gibberish and it doesn't do this collection justice. See, even that sentence is just plain dumb.
The right words are failing me lately...whether it be exhaustion, stress, major inferiority complex issues, or all of the above, I don't know.
I finished the last story at 4:30am, Saturday night. I didn't read them in order, I'm like that.
They were all wonderful. I cried during Complicity, I loved Baby, Let's Make a Baby and the last story I read... Down in the Flood, well.. I've scrawled this passage on a sticky note and pinned it to the wall above my desk:
"When you get right down to it, there's not that many stories to separate folk. There's the love and there's the hurt, and everything else is a shade of inbetween."
I really have nothing more to say except: Thanks, Kirk. ;)
I don't usually read short stories, as I just don't feel as invested in them as I do a novel. There were some really well written ones in here, though. My favorites included: "Down in the Flood" and "Call Her Iemanja, But Not in Church." While I liked the overall style of the book, the quality of the stories felt inconsistent. I enjoyed the stories as I was reading them, but nothing compelled me to pick the book back up after putting it down.
You know, I mispacked. This book was supposed to come to Italy with me, where I am for 6 weeks. I thought I'd packed it. Pero donde esta? (lo se, lo se, no es italiano sino espanol)...I was looking forward to finishing Mr. Curnutt's book here at Civitella Ranieri and posting a review. Now it will wait til agosto....no esta bien, eso. Mil disculpas, Sr. Curnutt...