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Now in his 80s, Ray Bradbury continues to turn out the kind of imaginative and insightful short stories that have made him the grand old man of American science fiction (as noted by the National Book Foundation when it awarded Bradbury its 2000 Medal for Distinguished Contribution to American Letters). His latest collection, One More for the Road, contains 25 stories written over a period of more than 40 years. Most of the pieces are published here for the first time, making the volume a treasure trove for the Bradbury fan. These are familiar later-years Bradbury stories, dealing with some of his recurring subjects: golf, movies and (in a gesture that will please many long-time readers) Laurel and Hardy. In a brief afterword, the author explains how he first became enthralled by the comedic duo.

Some of the stories are softer than others, but some will stick with you long, long after you read them. None of Bradbury’s creations can be summed up in one word or a single phrase. A story like “Tangerine” in which a man recognizes a waiter as one of a crowd he ran with as a young man deals with memory, aging, recognition, discovery, tragedy and more in just a few pages. Here are a few more of the best: “Time Intervening,” a circular wonder of a story in which a man looks backward and forward at his own life; “My Son, Max,” in which a lip-reader follows a family trying rather disastrously to come to terms with one another; and the heart-breaking “Heart Transplant,” in which a man and a woman make a wish that they would both “fall back in love, you with your wife, me with my husband.” In the comic/tragic title story, a publisher agrees to publish a novel on small roadside signs all across the country. For a few minutes we’re lost in this idea: it’s a new style of storytelling and the ultimate road trip all in one. But this is the Internet age, and we quickly find that the idea’s time has passed.

Bradbury has a light, almost ephemeral touch that belies the underlying depth of feeling in his writing. His favorite mode is nostalgia, but not for the past or for his youth: he is nostalgic for the best parts of all of us. Gavin Grant reads, writes and publishes science fiction in Brooklyn.

Now in his 80s, Ray Bradbury continues to turn out the kind of imaginative and insightful short stories that have made him the grand old man of American science fiction (as noted by the National Book Foundation when it awarded Bradbury its 2000 Medal for…

In her relatively brief career, Jhumpa Lahiri already has carved out a distinctive literary niche. Winner of the Pulitzer Prize for her first collection of stories, Interpreter of Maladies (1999), and author of a critically and commercially successful novel, The Namesake, her tales of Indians encountering contemporary American life have resonated with a wide swath of readers. Her latest collection, Unaccustomed Earth, will only burnish that estimable reputation. It's an emotionally astute, character-driven assortment of stories that carry forward and deepen the themes she's explored in her previous works.

Except for some fleeting glimpses, Lahiri has abandoned the Indian settings that formed the backdrop for several stories in Interpreter of Maladies. Most of her characters have settled into a comfortable upper-middle-class lifestyle in affluent suburbs from Boston to Seattle. Allusions to the symbols of their success, Ivy League colleges and luxury automobiles chief among them, are sprinkled generously throughout these pages. Indeed, but for occasional references to Indian foods like luchis or dal, or a description of one character's closet full of saris, these stories might be those of any upwardly mobile Americans. If there's a unifying theme in Unaccustomed Earth, it's the way these immigrants have assimilated so quickly and effectively into American life.

The collection's title story tells of Ruma, a vaguely dissatisfied housewife who's raising a young son with little assistance from her husband, a hedge fund manager. When her widowed father comes to visit and quickly bonds with the young boy, she wrestles with the decision of whether to invite him to live with her family, discovering only after he departs that he's involved in a relationship with another woman. "A Choice of Accommodations" examines the simmering tensions in the marriage of Amit and Megan, as they return to Amit's New England boarding school to celebrate the wedding of a female friend from his school days. In "Only Goodness," Lahiri writes poignantly of Sudha, a woman trying to rescue her younger brother Rahul from his descent into a life of alcoholism, and her "fledgling family that had cracked open that morning, as typical and as terrifying as any other."

Part Two of Unaccustomed Earth consists of three linked stories, following the lives of Hema and her childhood friend Kaushik over more than 30 years. In "Once in a Lifetime," Kaushik's family comes back to America after several years in India when his mother develops breast cancer. They move into Hema's home, where they spend several awkard months. Five years later, Kaushik's father has entered into an arranged marriage with a woman some 20 years his junior and the mother of two children, and in "Year's End" Kaushik recounts his struggle to accept the new domestic arrangement. Finally, in "Going Ashore," Hema and Kaushik meet by chance in Rome. She's a Latin scholar on sabbatical and he's an accomplished photojournalist. Their encounter kindles an intense love affair, which ends when Kaushik leaves for a magazine position in Hong Kong. The story's climax, at a Thai resort on December 26, 2005, is haunting and almost unbearably sad.

Lahiri's prose style is graceful, elegant, understated. It's awkward to call these pieces "short stories"—the shortest is 24 pages—and, like Alice Munro, Lahiri is adept at handling chronology, ranging backward and forward in time, compressing lifetimes into a single artfully crafted paragraph. Relish this gorgeous collection and contemplate the prospect of the work she'll produce as she reaches her artistic maturity.

Harvey Freedenberg writes from Harrisburg, Pennsylvania.

In her relatively brief career, Jhumpa Lahiri already has carved out a distinctive literary niche. Winner of the Pulitzer Prize for her first collection of stories, Interpreter of Maladies (1999), and author of a critically and commercially successful novel, The Namesake, her tales of…

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Surely one of the more untraditional collections of short stories published in recent memory, A Kudzu Christmas, is a beguiling set of 12 supremely spooky Southern mysteries. In the unsettling Swimming Without Annette, writer Alix Strauss creates a story of vigilantism readers won’t soon forget. After her lover is killed in the alley outside a local diner, Karen stakes out the place. While she waits and watches and eats countless tuna melts, Karen reminisces about Christmases past, including the one when her lover gives her a glass star. Suffice it to say that beautiful star becomes a weapon by the end of the story. In Yes, Ginny, by Suzanne Hudson, a young girl whose good-for-nothing stepfather does little but drink and berate is given a little holiday wish of her own when he suddenly disappears on Christmas morning. Chilly and surreal, A Kudzu Christmas offers a grown-up reprieve from all things Santa.

Amy Scribner is celebrating the holidays with her family in Olympia, Washington.

Surely one of the more untraditional collections of short stories published in recent memory, A Kudzu Christmas, is a beguiling set of 12 supremely spooky Southern mysteries. In the unsettling Swimming Without Annette, writer Alix Strauss creates a story of vigilantism readers won't soon forget.…
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Whenever I meet a couple, I inevitably wind up asking, "How did the two of you meet?" I am rarely disappointed with the answers to my question. Stories about love are rarely boring, and tales of "how we met" unite couples, becoming part of their personal and shared histories, the stories of their lives. Apparently young adult author David Levithan is also no stranger to the magic of couples' beginnings. In his new short story collection for teenagers, How They Met and Other Stories, Levithan offers 18 stories about attraction, many of which focus on how people find each other—and love.

We meet a boy and girl who make an instant connection on an airplane, only to find out years later that a secret Cupid might have arranged their rendezvous. There's Gabriel, the reluctant babysitter who falls in love with the "Starbucks boy" when his precocious charge demands daily visits to the neighborhood coffee shop. There are the equally compelling stories of how one narrator's two sets of grandparents met—in very different circumstances. Given the age of Levithan's protagonists, it's not surprising that several of the stories—for better or for worse—center on the prom. In "The Good Witch," a boy's overly girly-girl prom date prompts him to come out to her—and to himself. In "Andrew Chang," an obligatory prom set-up turns into a serendipitous meeting. In "Skipping the Prom," one couple's romantic evening is tinged with sadness for the endings that are to come. High school and college romances are often transitory, and, like "Skipping the Prom," many of the stories here have a bittersweet quality. Lovers are left behind when the other grows up or moves on, hearts are broken—but the stories almost always hold out the promise of better, more lasting loves to come.

Many of these stories have their own genesis in Levithan's tradition of writing an annual Valentine's Day story, and some of them date back to his own high school years. Alternately squirmingly awkward, painfully funny, agonizingly sad, these stories are, above all, achingly true—as complex and endlessly fascinating as love itself.

Whenever I meet a couple, I inevitably wind up asking, "How did the two of you meet?" I am rarely disappointed with the answers to my question. Stories about love are rarely boring, and tales of "how we met" unite couples, becoming part of their…

Nominated for the National Book Award, Jim Shepard's stunning collection, Like You'd Understand, Anyway, is packed with a brilliantly diverse array of stories few writers would dare attempt to match. Covering a swath of time from ancient Greece ("My Aeschylus") to the Roman invasion of Britain ("Hadrian's Wall") to the present day, Shepard consistently demonstrates both a mastery of the form and a gift for synthesizing arcane research in a way that doesn't detract from his storytelling talents (just check out the acknowledgements for evidence of that fact).

Whether he's weaving grim tales of failed exhibitions to find the yeti in Tibet ("Ancestral Legacies") or Australia's inland sea ("The First South Central Australian Expedition"), recounting, with wry humor, the story of a doomed love affair between two Russian cosmonauts ("Eros 7") or sketching the tragic impact of the Chernobyl nuclear accident on one Russian family with deep ties to the nuclear industry ("The Zero Meter Diving Team"), Shepard never wavers in his focus on the painfully human qualities of his characters. The collection's most gripping story, Sans Farine, included in the 2007 edition of Best American Short Stories is the harrowing tale of an executioner during the French Revolution, chilling in its stark detail and heart- stopping in its emotional power. Shepard is the co-editor of a collection of writers' favorite pieces, entitled You've Got to Read This. That's the same magical feeling you'll have when you finish this astonishing work.

An engaging debut
The strength of Canadian writer Neil Smith's collection, Bang Crunch, lies principally in the empathy he displays for an assortment of quirky characters, most of them living in his native Montreal.

Two stories–"Green Fluorescent Protein" and "Funny Weird or Funny Ha-Ha?"–feature Peggy, a sympathetic character who's a doctor and the alcoholic mother of a teenage son. Her husband has died of a cerebral hemorrhage while participating in a curling match, and she decides to put his ashes in a curling stone that she sometime consults for advice. One of the most charming stories is "B9ers," the tale of a support group for people with benign tumors who discover the root of their problem may be that they're too nice. In fragmentary sections, Scrapbook provides the all-too-timely account of the survivor of a college campus shooting who struggles to come to terms with his guilt over fleeing the scene of the incident. Smith also demonstrates a penchant for the occasional experimental story. "Bang Crunch," narrated in the second person and in a single paragraph, tells the bittersweet tale of Eepie Carpetrod, a victim of the imaginary Fred Hoyle syndrome (named for the creator of the Big Bang Theory), who ages one month each day and whose life then implodes at even greater speed. Her poignant advice: Act quickly, act graciously. While it may take some time to expose him to a non- Canadian audience, Smith is a young writer of ample talents that are well represented in this collection.

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English-born, Australian resident Cate Kennedy's Dark Roots offers 17 stories that feature as their unifying theme the myriad ways in which communications between people break down and the corresponding struggle to revive them. Kennedy relies on terse, direct prose that's highlighted by her knack for focusing on small, but essential, details that bring the stories to life.

In "A Pitch Too High for the Human Ear" Kennedy employs the sudden deafness of a family dog as a metaphor for the lack of communication between husband and wife. A couple on their way to have their wedding rings enlarged ("Resize") discover in the process the source of their original attraction, while The Wheelbarrow Thief tells of a woman's struggle with the decision to reveal her pregnancy to her lover. But Kennedy isn't an unreservedly serious writer. Her story "The Testosterone Club" deftly sketches one woman's fiendishly clever revenge on her husband and his amorous mates. For O. Henry lovers, the stories "Habit" and "The Light of Coincidence" feature clever plot twists. Dark Roots ably displays the work of a subtle and accomplished writer who has much to say about the human condition.

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Calling a short story writer a Southern writer inevitably conjures up images of giants like Flannery O'Connor and Eudora Welty. While Gerald Duff hasn't reached that eminence, his collection Fire Ants is a fine addition to the genre.

Like most Southern storytellers, Duff is noteworthy for his focus on some of the more distinctive personalities who inhabit the territory below the Mason-Dixon Line. In "The Angler's Paradise Fish-Cabin Dance of Love," for example, a middle-aged oil worker kidnaps a teenager and transports her to a fishing cabin on the Texas Gulf Coast merely to watch her perform her cheerleading routine. "A Perfect Man" shifts the scene to Tennessee, where a mother desperate to free her son from jail after he's been wrongly arrested for robbing a convenience store turns to the only source she can think of to help her make bail her old lover. And in the collection's title story Duff offers the eerie tale of an aging woman who re-enacts the end of a failed love affair in grisly fashion.

Not content to limit himself to contemporary settings, Duff has an affinity for historical tales. "Maryland" tells the story of a slave who's willing to sacrifice his life to save the life of his military office master, while "Redemption" recounts a grim duel in mid-19th-century Texas. Readers from North and South alike will find much to engage them in this stimulating collection.

Nominated for the National Book Award, Jim Shepard's stunning collection, Like You'd Understand, Anyway, is packed with a brilliantly diverse array of stories few writers would dare attempt to match. Covering a swath of time from ancient Greece ("My Aeschylus") to the Roman invasion of…

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Editor Sheree R. Thomas’ first anthology of science fiction by African-American writers, Dark Matter, was released in 2000 to critical acclaim. Her second entry in the series, Dark Matter: Reading the Bones, once again showcases a wonderful selection of new and established writers. Thomas’ latest collection is a wide and deep survey of the burgeoning field she defines as “speculative fiction from the African diaspora.” The 24 stories range from straightforward science fiction (by writers likes Kevin Brockenbrough and Nisi Shawl) to fantastic and sensual (new writers David Findlay and Kiini Ibura Salaam), to reprints from the field’s leading lights (Nalo Hopkinson, Samuel R. Delany). Cherene Sherrard’s “The Quality of Sand” is one of the key stories. Escaped slaves Jamal and Delphine run a pirate ship in the 19th century Caribbean. When they rescue a woman from Jamal’s home country, there is an unexpected and deep recognition between them. Sherrard’s successful mix of slavery and freedom, gender and religion, belief and duty mirrors many of the concerns expressed elsewhere in Reading the Bones.

Some of the writers explore the darker aspects of life such as Hopkinson’s version of the Bluebeard fairy tale, “The Glass Bottle Trick,” Kevin Brockenbrough’s near-future vampire story, ” Cause Harlem Needs Heroes,” and Pam Noles’ “Whipping Boy,” in which the lead character cannot escape his role of taking his people’s pain into himself. Given that, there is still space for humor throughout.

Reading the Bones illustrates the strength and diversity in the field of speculative fiction and makes us hope that many more volumes in the Dark Matter series are yet to come. Gavin J. Grant is co-editor of the upcoming edition of The Year’s Best Fantasy ∧ Horror (St. Martin’s).

Editor Sheree R. Thomas' first anthology of science fiction by African-American writers, Dark Matter, was released in 2000 to critical acclaim. Her second entry in the series, Dark Matter: Reading the Bones, once again showcases a wonderful selection of new and established writers. Thomas' latest…
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Food as fantasy, food as fact, food as metaphor, food as motive food is inextricable from fiction, even in ordinary life, and Jim Crace’s vision is anything but ordinary. The Devil’s Larder, a collection of 60 fables, character sketches and occasionally short-short stories, has as its unifying theme only the presence of some sort of food in each piece, whether as a primary urge, a sensual indulgence or emotional amelioration.

A refugee working as a night bus girl in a hotel learns a little English, and more desire, by tasting the remnants of the room service trays and glasses left by the mysterious strangers, especially the man who occupies Suite 17 every Tuesday. Dreaming of stepping into his world, she practices vocabulary with all the items she can name: dressed prawns, Jack Daniel’s, chowder, salt, a single glass of white wine, champagne. Club sandwich comes out almost perfectly. Crace is widely admired as a writer’s writer, and this little book of what are called, rather haphazardly, short fictions, suggests a notebook left by the bed and filled with the odd impressions that come into the imagination in the dark hours. As brief as a few paragraphs, at most a few pages, they employ not so much a magical realism as a feverish, dreamy surrealism. An old man argues that just as great wines seem to hold the ghost of summer’s fruit, vegetables and fruits could be coaxed into releasing their remembered sunlight, and in search of the catalyst, he wanders the town on winter nights, an orange gripped in each of his blue hands. Crace’s eye for the detail is acute and sensual: The enamelled [mackerel] skins pulled off like paper. He dabbles in the epigrammatic: It’s said that cheese is milk that’s grown up. And he can skewer the self-satisfied with the sharpest of knives, as in the story of the woman who, publicly humiliated by her old-fashioned husband for having lunch with friends, keeps his place set after his death. Such are the joys of widowhood. Again I dine. Again my husband goes without. Who does not recognize the town that, to show its charity to a family of refugees, collects such foods as fit the donor’s bill, not the needy family’s: The dieting woman gives away cans of syrupy fruit, others clear out stale pasta, flavorless cereal, sprouting onions, dried beans, sour yogurt, tins with unreadable labels, a child’s attempt at fig cake. A photograph of the charitable effort makes the town look generous, not counting all the problems solved, and all the larders tidied up at last, the daughters satisfied, the heartburns eased, the diets honoured, the separations finalized, and the blunders of the past concealed as gifts. Several of the more complete fictions have appeared in The New Yorker, including the one about the long-haired baker’s son who adds spiked brownies to condemned prisoners’ final meals. Some entries are simply witty observations, such as the eight-paragraph anecdote about the wholesaler who gets rid of a consignment of kumquats by marketing them as pygmy oranges, and when the subsequent craze for kumquats exhausts his store, pulls out the oranges and markets them as kingquats. Others are not even sketches, just notebook entries, like the one (which begs to be nurtured into a full-grown character) of the former waiter whose tip-drawing trick had been to sing out the names of all the ninety types of pastas, in alphabetical order, in less than three minutes, from angel hair to ziti. Now a bank employee, he still goes through the list on his way to work, though he makes it only through cannelloni, cappelletti, cavatelli, conchiglie before the tram arrives. Even fragmentary as it is, the story, well, sings.

Choosing a companion Chardonnay The fragmentary, fantastic nature of The Devil’s Larder makes it to me the best sort of evening reading, something to dabble in before cooking, or in a hammock in the late sun. With it try a wine of similar complexity and shifting color, the 1999 Santa Julia (say Hoo-lia) Vineyards Chardonnay Reserva. This Argentine white from the fecund Mendoza County comes as close as any to the perfect $10 chard, a glistening deep honey gold wine that dips through layers of melon, caramel and honey nougat and slowly opens into very ripe mango. A true New World Chardonnay, it has strong oaky bottom and only the slightest citrus, just enough to keep from cloying. (Fans of the more austere Old World style chardonnays may prefer the non-reserve Santa Julia, currently in the 2000 release, which is equally startling at about $7.) Eve Zibart is the restaurant critic for the Weekend section of The Washington Post and author of The Ethnic Food Lover’s Companion.

Food as fantasy, food as fact, food as metaphor, food as motive food is inextricable from fiction, even in ordinary life, and Jim Crace's vision is anything but ordinary. The Devil's Larder, a collection of 60 fables, character sketches and occasionally short-short stories, has…

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Do people behave any better than animals? Do they often behave worse? That question underlies Jill McCorkle’s latest book, Creatures of Habit, a collection of stories set in the fictional town of Fulton, North Carolina, that explores the vagaries of childhood, love and marriage.

The best stories in this book deal with betrayal. In Chickens, McCorkle demonstrates her profound ability to report on the intricacies of human psychology. The story tells of a young college graduate, Kim, who always expected to marry Randy, her childhood sweetheart. Toward the end of her college career, however, she learns that Randy has been dating and sleeping with other girls. When he attempts to patch things up, her pride rebels. Instead of taking him back, she starts dating a divorced man 14 years her senior. Has Kim betrayed her birthright or has she bailed out of a bad situation? McCorkle shows her brilliance as a writer by not telling the reader exactly where to stand on this question.

Snakes is another story that deals with the compromises one makes with the romantic ideals of youth. A middle-aged married couple has weathered a dark patch in their relationship. They are enjoying a quiet evening together when the wife learns that her husband had a brief affair during their estrangement. Now she has to decide whether to undo the repairs her marriage has undergone by making an issue of his lapse.

Another powerful story is Turtles, in which McCorkle draws back the curtain on old age. The central character, Carly, is ending an unloved life in a nursing home that fails to live up to the promises of its brochure. Her son never visits, and she has an unrequited crush on a distinguished old man in another wing. Even the nursing home dog leaves her for another resident who offers better snacks.

McCorkle is a justly beloved author, in part because of her ability to deal a straight hand without bitterness. Though she does not hold back when it comes to capturing the cruelty in life, she doesn’t sell short its moments of tenderness, either.

Lynn Hamilton writes from Tybee Island, Georgia.

 

Do people behave any better than animals? Do they often behave worse? That question underlies Jill McCorkle's latest book, Creatures of Habit, a collection of stories set in the fictional town of Fulton, North Carolina, that explores the vagaries of childhood, love and marriage.

Shira Nayman's Awake in the Dark, a collection of three stories and a novella, is another work focusting tightly on a single theme: the Holocaust and the way in which the harrowing events of that time ripple through the lives of her characters, both past and present, to indelibly shape their identities. Nayman is adept at reversing the reader's expectations as her characters grapple with the weight of the burden history has placed upon them. In the first two stories, "The House on Kronenstrasse" and "The Porcelain Monkey," the protagonists make startling discoveries about their parents that transform the way each looks at the world. In "Dark Urgings of the Blood," the novella that makes up half the book, Nayman brings to bear her training as a clinical psychologist to tell the haunting story of a psychiatrist and her patient, unknowingly linked by tragic circumstances.

As befits their subject matter, these four stories are dark and often troubling. Nayman's talent lies in her ability to illumine the essential humanity at their core.

Harvey Freedenberg writes from Pennsylvania.

Shira Nayman's Awake in the Dark, a collection of three stories and a novella, is another work focusting tightly on a single theme: the Holocaust and the way in which the harrowing events of that time ripple through the lives of her characters, both past…

Susanna Clarke's magnificent 2004 debut novel, Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell, marked the culmination of nearly a decade of authorial journeywork. Short pieces published variously through those years laid the groundwork for the novel's alternative history of a magic-ridden England, and these have now been collected in The Ladies of Grace Adieu.

As this reviewer commented when it first appeared, Clarke's 800-page novel weirdly seemed to be too short, bursting at the seams with an energy that cannot properly be contained by her history of Strange and Norrell, the two greatest magicians of the Napoleonic era. Footnote after thrilling footnote in the novel tantalizes the reader with glimpses of further stories about the realm of Faerie, the whole mass of which could never dispel its fearful mystery and fatal charm. It is a testament to Clarke's boundless generosity that she has now, in this collection, unpacked a number of such footnotes, delivering them as full-length stories a set of eight and granting us a view of both the sources and the essence of her invention.

Clarke's prose traverses an uncanny corridor between the scholar's desk and the fairy's hidey-hole. In the spirit of Tolkien's studious approach to the history of elves and goblins and with something of M.R. James's donnish humor when it comes to charnel horrors Clarke introduces the fantastical, twilight world of magic as scholarship. She even goes so far as to invent an academic discipline: Sidhe, fairy studies, which one apparently can major in at the University of Aberdeen. Though the saga of Strange and Norrell had little to say about lady-magicians, sorceresses conspire companionably here, and to their hearts' content, most notably in the title story.

Grace Adieu is the name of a fictitious English village, but in Clarke's landscape, it could also be a likely form of address. Hell hath no fury like a lady doing magic. If you cross her, you might as well bid grace adieu.

 

Michael Alec Rose is a professor of music at Vanderbilt University.

Susanna Clarke's magnificent 2004 debut novel, Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell, marked the culmination of nearly a decade of authorial journeywork. Short pieces published variously through those years laid the groundwork for the novel's alternative history of a magic-ridden England, and these have now been…

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In Wendy Brenner’s home page, courtesy of the University of North Carolina at Wilmington’s English department, she says her goal as a teacher is to lead students into battle with the inexpressible.’ Brenner’s new collection of stories, Phone Calls from the Dead, perfectly illustrates how she herself has won this battle by consistently using language to go beyond words. The stories in this book express the desperation of protagonists sometimes made mute by their inability to coherently communicate among themselves. By using seemingly inanimate and therefore voiceless 20th century technologies and animals as metaphors reflecting her characters’ inadequacies, longings and failed aspirations, Brenner expresses for them what they cannot express. In this collection, both man and machine are miswired. The father in the title story addresses a conference of the Instrumental Transcommunication Network, relating how his dead son communicated with him through a tape recorder. In another story, a computerized switchboard at a hospital, through a programming error, places calls to those staffing the information desk as if to ask rhetorically by its silence, Is anyone out there listening? And in another, an air conditioning system falls apart section by section, thereby keeping a gorgeous repairman just outside the reach of a temporary worker whose life seems to be falling apart in a similar way. In each story, Brenner expertly interweaves the tragic with the comic. We laugh at these characters, distantly hearing within their voices the cadences of our own, but we flinch, too, because their familiarity sometimes brings us too close to the edge of recognition. We’d like to think we’re not in the same boat or wired to the same network, perhaps but we know we are.

Acclaimed author Padgett Powell has called Brenner’s work disturbed, taut, funny, and wise, and his assessment accurately describes what makes her writing just plain good. Not many can harness the disturbing with the funny, which partially explains why this winner of the Flannery O’Connor Award for her first collection of stories, Large Animals in Everyday Life, was named one of 25 fiction writers to watch by Writer’s Digest. But the last word is that, like O’Connor, Brenner imbues her narratives with great meaning as she works to understand, as she puts it, the inexplicable, inevitable, intuitive, devastating, [and] holy. With each story, she figures it out.

Bonnie Arant Ertelt is a writer and editor living in Nashville.

 

In Wendy Brenner's home page, courtesy of the University of North Carolina at Wilmington's English department, she says her goal as a teacher is to lead students into battle with the inexpressible.' Brenner's new collection of stories, Phone Calls from the Dead, perfectly illustrates how…

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There are good books and great books. And then there are books like Daniel Handler's Adverbs. Reading it feels like calling in sick when you don't feel sick so you can curl up on the sofa with a mug of hot chocolate and a fluffy blanket and watch the rain fall. It's a Bloody Mary for the hung-over heart. I have such a crush on this book.

You might know Handler better as his alter ego, children's book author Lemony Snicket (A Series of Unfortunate Events). He's written two other grown-up novels, The Basic Eight and Watch Your Mouth. And now, as if that weren't enough, with his third adult book he proves himself a master of the love story. Adverbs is a collection of 16 interlinking stories built around the ways in which people love each other: soundly, obviously, naturally, often, etc. The book begins, as love often does, with the immediate, the obvious and the brief, moving quickly toward cold and complicated before winding up at barely and judgmentally.

Some of the stories are sadder than yours, and some are incandescently happy, and almost all of them are hilarious in places. The same characters or at least the same names show up in several stories at different ages, and key phrases or elements keep kaleidoscoping through the collection, giving the whole thing a disorienting, dizzy-in-love kind of feel. Is the Lila who's desperately ill in "Soundly" the same eye-rolling Lila who tears tickets at the theater in "Obviously"? Is Andrea at the bar also Andrea the ex-girlfriend and Andrea the cab driver? And just how many Joes and Hanks are in this book, anyway? You soon figure out it doesn't matter. It's not who loves, it's how they love that counts.

Trying to pinpoint the nature of love leads to some of the author's best observations. In "Frigidly," he writes, "When love appears it's a supernatural thing like the songs say, but eventually you have to get out of bed, even on the coldest of days, and pay the rent." That sums it up almost perfectly.

Becky Ohlsen writes infatuatedly from Portland, Oregon.

 

There are good books and great books. And then there are books like Daniel Handler's Adverbs. Reading it feels like calling in sick when you don't feel sick so you can curl up on the sofa with a mug of hot chocolate and a…

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A New York Times Book Review Notable Book
A San Antonio Express Best Book of the year

In this inventive collection of stories, Chris Adrian treads the terrain of human suffering—illness, regret, mourning, sympathy—in the most unusual ways. A bereaved twin starts a friendship with a homicidal fifth grader in the hope that she can somehow lead him back to his dead brother. A boy tries to contact the spirit of his dead father and finds himself talking to the Devil instead. A ne’er do well pediatrician returns home to take care of his dying father, all the while under the scrutiny of an easily-disappointed heavenly agent. With its cast of living and dead characters, and its deft balance of the spiritual and the misanthropic, Adrian has created a haunting work of spectral beauty and wit.

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Read the title story in the New Yorker.

A New York Times Book Review Notable Book
A San Antonio Express Best Book of the year

In this inventive collection of stories, Chris Adrian treads the terrain of human suffering—illness, regret, mourning, sympathy—in the most unusual ways. A bereaved twin starts a…

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