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‘Almos’ A Man’ by Richard Wright
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June 2015 favorites
June 2015
The June stories ordered solely on my personal tastes.
- ‘The Dead’ by James Joyce
- ‘Big Boy Leaves Home’ by Richard Wright
- ‘Dry September’ by William Faulkner
- ‘Araby’ by James Joyce
- ‘Eveline’ by James Joyce
- ‘The Boarding House’ by James Joyce
- ‘Counterparts’ by James Joyce
- ‘An Encounter’ by James Joyce
- ‘A Little Cloud’ by James Joyce
- ‘Two Pilgrims’ by Peter Taylor
- ‘A Painful Case’ by James Joyce
- ‘The Sisters’ by James Joyce
- ‘Ivy Day In The Committee Room’ by James Joyce
- ‘Going Ashore’ by Mavis Gallant
- ‘Two Gallants’ by James Joyce
- ‘Madame Zilensky And The King Of Finland’ by Carson McCullers
- ‘Grace’ by James Joyce
- ‘Clay’ by James Joyce
- ‘A Mother’ by James Joyce
- ‘And The Rock Cried Out’ by Ray Bradbury
- ‘After The Race’ by James Joyce
- ‘The Man From Mars’ by Margaret Atwood
‘Big Boy Leaves Home’ by Richard Wright
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August 2014 favorites
August 2014
The August stories ordered solely on my personal tastes.
- ‘Bright And Morning Star’ by Richard Wright
- ‘Symbols And Signs’ by Vladimir Nabokov
- ‘The Chrysanthemums’ by John Steinbeck
- ‘Free Fruit For Young Widows’ by Nathan Englander
- ‘The School’ by Donald Barthelme
- ‘The Night The Bed Fell’ by James Thurber
- ‘My First Goose’ by Isaac Babel
- ‘The Wood Duck’ by James Thurber
- ‘The Secret Life Of Walter Mitty’ by James Thurber
- ‘The Fireman’s Wife’ by Richard Bausch
- ‘The Killers’ by Ernest Hemingway
- ‘In The Penal Colony’ by Franz Kafka
- ‘He’ by Katherine Anne Porter
- ‘The Rich Brother’ by Tobias Wolff
- ‘Lovers Of The Lake’ by Sean O’Faolain
- ‘First Love’ by Vladimir Nabokov
- ‘The Mysterious Kor’ by Elizabeth Bowen
- ‘Thirst’ by Ivo Andric
- ‘In Another Country’ by Ernest Hemingway
- ‘The Iron City’ by Lovell Thompson
- ‘Dusky Ruth’ by A.E. Coppard
- ‘The Odour Of Chrysanthemums’ by D.H. Lawrence
- ‘The Door’ by E.B. White
- ‘The Camberwell Beauty’ by V.S. Pritchett
- ‘The Fly’ by Katherine Mansfield
- ‘Christ In Concrete’ by Pietro di Donato
- ‘American Express’ by James Salter
- ‘The Piano’ by Anibal Monteiro Machado
- ‘The Greatest Man In The World’ by James Thurber
- ‘Men’ by Kay Boyle
- ‘A Couple Of Hamburgers’ by James Thurber
‘Bright And Morning Star’ by Richard Wright
Bright And Morning Star by Richard Wright, 1938
The magic trick:
Using the limited omniscient narrator to reflect Aunt Sue’s lack of control and power
Stories this breathtakingly great make my blog’s concept of picking but one magic trick per story seem pretty stupid. “Bright And Morning Star” is one of the most powerful stories I have ever read. And much of that power derives from the lack of power Aunt Sue wields. She can’t take control of her own life in any way, struggling against both the racism of her southern surroundings and the choices her own son makes. She’s left alone at home with nothing to do but wait and hope.
Wright illustrates this brilliantly by using a limited omniscient narrator. The reader is confined to the house with Aunt Sue, stuck nervously waiting for information from afar. The plot moves through her thoughts and through her interactions with the various visitors to her home. She finally leaves the house and takes action at the end of the story. And while the closing scene is brutal, it still feels like a victory of sorts because finally, Aunt Sue has determined the outcome.
It is important to note, too, that aligning the reader with Aunt Sue’s point of view was especially important given the time period in which this story was written. The southern black point of view was terribly underrepresented then (and now). To give Aunt Sue a voice at all was valuable. To do so with such literary brilliance and power was genius. And that’s quite a trick on Wright’s part.
The selection:
She stood by the ironing board, her hands folded loosely over her stomach, watching Reva pull off her watterclogged shoes. She was feeling that Johnny-Boy was already lost to her; she was feeling the pain that would come when she knew it for certain; and she was feeling that she would have to be brave and bear it. She was like a person caught in a swift current of water and knew where the water was sweeping her and did not want to go on but had to go on to the end.