September 8, 2016
Short stories for me are like first dates. You test them out, waiting for the laughs or tingles, deciding whether there will be a second date. How interested can you keep me?
Truman Capote and Bernard Malumud definitely get second dates. James Baldwin cheated (because I've read his previous works) and he gets the third date.
I love short story collections because I read them to get acquainted with writers I haven't come across before. These classic New York stories were magniloquent in style, gratuitous with delivery, and had meticulous storytelling.
Edith Wharton, James Baldwin, Jack Kerouac, John Cheever, Junot Diaz--to name a few.
My favorites were: Truman Capote's poetic, "Master Misery," about a tormented woman who couldn't hold onto her dreams in the city of dreams; James Baldwin's exquisite, "Sonny's Blues," about a struggling musician dealing with drug abuse; Bernard Malumud's amazing storytelling that reads like folk tale in "The Magic Barrel;" and William Maxwell's stupefying use of present tense prose in "The Thistles in Sweden."
I don't quite know how else to state my love for this. I'm just glad I found it while roaming an independent bookstore in Charlottesville, Virginia. I raise my glass to that bookstore owner.
Truman Capote and Bernard Malumud definitely get second dates. James Baldwin cheated (because I've read his previous works) and he gets the third date.
I love short story collections because I read them to get acquainted with writers I haven't come across before. These classic New York stories were magniloquent in style, gratuitous with delivery, and had meticulous storytelling.
Edith Wharton, James Baldwin, Jack Kerouac, John Cheever, Junot Diaz--to name a few.
My favorites were: Truman Capote's poetic, "Master Misery," about a tormented woman who couldn't hold onto her dreams in the city of dreams; James Baldwin's exquisite, "Sonny's Blues," about a struggling musician dealing with drug abuse; Bernard Malumud's amazing storytelling that reads like folk tale in "The Magic Barrel;" and William Maxwell's stupefying use of present tense prose in "The Thistles in Sweden."
I don't quite know how else to state my love for this. I'm just glad I found it while roaming an independent bookstore in Charlottesville, Virginia. I raise my glass to that bookstore owner.