The March stories ordered solely on my personal tastes.
- ‘Dog Heaven’ by Stephanie Vaughn
- ‘A Country Doctor’ by Franz Kafka
- ‘The Judgment’ by Franz Kafka
- ‘Robert Kennedy Saved From Drowning’ by Donald Barthelme
- ‘The Hunger Artist’ by Franz Kafka
- ‘Blumfeld, An Elderly Bachelor’ by Franz Kafka
- ‘Herself In Love’ by Marianne Wiggins
- ‘Gorilla, My Love’ by Toni Cade Bambara
- ‘Her Son’ by Isaac Bashevis Singer
- ‘Niagara’ by Mark Twain
- ‘I Stand Here Ironing’ by Tillie Olsen
- ‘Dance In America’ by Lorrie Moore
- ‘The Working Girl’ by Ann Beattie
- ‘The World Of Apples’ by John Cheever
- ‘This Is A Story About My Friend George, The Toy Inventor’ by Grace Paley
- ‘A Little Woman’ by Franz Kafka
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The July stories ordered solely on my personal tastes.
- ‘Wash’ by William Faulkner
- ‘A Rose For Emily’ by William Faulkner
- ‘The Beauties’ by Anton Chekhov
- ‘The Kiss’ by Anton Chekhov
- ‘The Bishop’ by Anton Chekhov
- ‘Revelation’ by Flannery O’Connor
- ‘The Darling’ by Anton Chekhov
- ‘What You Pawn I Will Redeem’ by Sherman Alexie
- ‘Shingles For The Lord’ by William Faulkner
- ‘The Only Traffic Signal On The Reservation Doesn’t Flash Red Anymore’ by Sherman Alexie
- ‘Health Card’ by Frank Yerby
- ‘The Huntsman’ by Anton Chekhov
- ‘The Artificial N—–‘ by Flannery O’Connor
- ‘Referential’ by Lorrie Moore
- ‘The Angel In The Alcove’ by Tennessee Williams
- ‘Because My Father Always Said He Was The Only Indian Who Saw Jim Hendrix Play The Star-Spangled Banner At Woodstock’ by Sherman Alexie
- ‘Shall Not Perish’ by William Faulkner
- ‘Death Drag’ by William Faulkner
- ‘Weekend’ by Ann Beattie
- ‘This Is What It Means To Say Phoenix, Arizona’ by Sherman Alexie
- ‘Amusements’ by Sherman Alexie
- ‘Northerners Can Be So Smug’ by Alice Childress
- ‘The Case Of Four And Twenty Blackbirds’ by Neil Gaiman
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The February stories ordered solely on my personal tastes.
- ‘Death In The Woods’ by Sherwood Anderson
- ‘Cheap In August’ by Graham Greene
- ‘Debarking’ by Lorrie Moore
- ‘The Juniper Tree’ by Lorrie Moore
- ‘Flight’ by John O’Hara
- ‘To Build A Fire’ by Jack London
- ‘Harvey’s Dream’ by Stephen King
- ‘The Keyhole Eye’ by John Stewart Carter
- ‘The First Flower’ by Augusta Wallace Lyons
- ‘Subject To Search’ by Lorrie Moore
- ‘Thank You For Having Me’ by Lorrie Moore
- ‘Foes’ by Lorrie Moore
- ‘Spring In Fialta’ by Vladimir Nabokov
- ‘Talk To The Music’ by Arna Bontemps
- ‘The Contest For Aaron Gold’ by Philip Roth
- ‘The Old Army Game’ by George Garrett
- ‘Alma’ by Junot Diaz
- ‘Children Are Bored On Sunday’ by Jean Stafford
- ‘A Long Day’s Dying’ by William Eastlake
- ‘To The Wilderness I Wander’ by Frank Butler
- ‘Mammon And The Archer’ by O. Henry
Thank You For Having Me by Lorrie Moore, 2014
The magic trick:
So, I’m pretty obsessed with puns. Have been for a long time. And I know it might seem trite to celebrate the wordplay in Lorrie Moore’s writing. She’s obviously much more than mere pun artist, but hey, is there anything wrong in that anyway?
Just in stories we’ve featured this week on the blog, we’ve had:
- A lass, alas
- Herbed chicken to get in her-bed
- Faux foe
- Subject to search
- I do, you do, doo-doo
- I swayed. I stayed. I did not get in the way.
- Disturb and disturb
It all goes a long way to keep what amounts to a series of sad stories where not much happens moving quick with a sense of fun. Well, maybe not fun, but at least a light touch.
“Thank You For Having Me” is a play on words, too. Less cute, more meaningful. The story explores the balance between frustration and gratitude; the fine line between humility and being the butt of the joke. The multiple meanings of the story’s title sets up those concepts very nicely. And that’s quite a trick on Moore’s part.
“Mom, what are you doing?” asked my fifteen-year-old daughter, Nickie. “You look like a crazy lady sitting in the kitchen like this.”
“I’m just listening to some music.”
“But like this?”
“I didn’t want to disturb you.”
“You are so totally disturbing me,” she said.
Subject To Search by Lorrie Moore, 2014
The magic trick:
Exploring the notion that just because you assume someone would understand you it doesn’t mean they will
In a book of very sad stories, this one takes the biscuit as the saddest. It seems to grow from such hope. A man and a woman connected long before the action opens. They were married at the time, and likely thought, oh if only I was with that person, things would be better. And now, as the story begins, they are together; they are both single; and yet, things aren’t so much better at all.
The key theme behind the sadness is the inability to communicate, to connect with another person. Moore outlines the theme in a similar manner to yesterday’s SSMT feature, “Debarking.” That is to say, she does so simply and with excellent show-don’t-tell detail. Our protagonist literally can’t speak the same languages as Tom. Tom, meanwhile, can’t give her the attention and love she craves because he’s too emotionally wrecked by an incident in the war years earlier in which men died because he failed to properly communicate instructions.
Speaking of the war, Moore is far more successful here – again, I write with the opinion of an idiot amateur – than in “Debarking” at incorporating 21st-century current events and political malaise into fractured personal relationships. Probably because Tom’s line of work directly connects to foreign relations, the use of war in the story feels far less forced than it did in “Debarking” or even “Foes.”
Regardless, it’s another masterpiece of sadness and stagnation. It’s a perfectly communicated picture of communication breakdown. And that’s quite a trick on Moore’s part.
“Merci.” He smiled. She knew that he liked it when she said anything in French. His specialty was languages, including Urdu and Arabic, although only an hour and a half of Urdu, he declared, and then his mind turned into a blank blue screen. “And actually only four hours of Arabic,” he said. “And maybe even only five of English: five hours is a long time to keep talking.”