On "One by One" by Meg Pokrass (1110 words) ****

Coming of age in a quick and bad way. That's what appears to be happening to the narrator of Pokrass's short piece here--but there's an exuberance as well. After all, it's wonderful to grow up, to be bad, before everything starts to fall apart, as it does for one's parents, one's sister, one's self. Read the story here at Juked.

On "The Good Subject" by Karen Ashburner (264 words) ***

Short shorts are sometimes just nice descriptions or interesting ideas. But sometimes, those ideas take on a meaning that probably couldn't be conveyed with the same efficiency or effectiveness in a longer piece. Such is the case with Ashburner's "The Good Subject," which is about a regular person. Sure, lots of stories are about regular people, but the point here is that the story isn't the point, that there is no story. Read the story. Here. At Opium.

On "The Passing of Grandison" by Charles W. Chesnutt (6736 words) ****

In this humorous sketch, a son sets out to do something adventurous to win the heart of his love. Adventurous, in this case, is to free a slave. But his father, being a slave owner, isn't to keen on the slave the son sets out to free by taking north on vacation. Instead, the son is settled with the loyalist of slaves, whom the son can't get rid of no matter how hard he tries to tempt him. Or so we are led to believe. In its use of double-spoken deceit, this one fits in with Chesnutt's Conjure Woman tales. Read the antics here.

On "The Wife of His Youth and Other Stories of the Color Line" by Charles W. Chesnutt ****

Wanting to read something outside the highly formulaic Conjure Woman tales, I opted to read yet another book of Chesnutt's short fiction to see if his other stories were as entertaining, and indeed they are. These nine stories focus mostly on people of mixed ancestry in the Reconstruction South. In many, light skinned African Americans struggle to better themselves most often by trying to mimic the white power brokers of society and by trying to deny the less savory (i.e., black) parts of their own selves. This doesn't come in for kind treatment by Chesnutt, as often these people, through their imported prejudice, end up denying real opportunities to themselves, as happens in "A Matter of Principle."

But the consequences of not following such a code also don't lend themselves to being treated particularly well either. Darker skinned people, the subject of the last few stories in the collection, find themselves shut out of funerals for people they love or herded off to jail for things they didn't steal. In each case, the prejudice that rests within post-Civil War society brings down the newly freed people and their descendants.

In college, I tended not to care as much for African American fiction because of its heavy political content. As I've gotten older, however, stories of social injustice such as these have appealed more. Call it perspective, perhaps, hearing what others say about people of given cultures or races and knowing also what is gendered in my own heart as a human being who has grown up amid such racism and how that affects my own thinking whether I wish it to or not. Stories such as Chesnutt's provide historical context for issues that linger to our present day, even if the prejudice is no longer as overt. You can download the collection here.

On "Krazy Glue" by Hallie Elizabeth Newton (3494 words) ****

This story transfixed me with its voice. A woman sort of falls in love with a set of mixed tapes, a correspondence made up of someone else's love tunes. A woman goes to Mexico to change her life. A woman tries to glue herself back together. Much of this piece isn't in chronological order. We get bits about the time in Mexico, bits about past boyfriends, bits about her life, but by the time we get to the end, we know where all the pieces are, and we're ready to begin Krazy gluing ourselves. Read the story here at Dogzplot.

On "The Goophered Grapevine" by Charles W. Chesnutt (4710 words) ****

This first tale in The Conjure Woman introduces readers to the general structure of all of the stories to follow and also introduces us to Chesnutt's main characters: Julias McAdoo, the former slave; and his Yankee employers, the frame story narrator husband and his wife Annie. Here, the narrator is considering whether to buy property down south when he runs into McAdoo while inspecting some land. McAdoo's tale of a bewitched grapevine intends to discourage the man from buying the property, in part one comes to believe because McAdoo would no longer be able to benefit from the land's scuppernongs himself. Nevertheless, although the land is purchased anyway, in true form, McAdoo comes out all right, given his storytelling prowess. Read the story here.

On "The Conjure Woman" by Charles W. Chesnutt ****

The Conjure Woman is a curious book of seemingly similar tales, involving an old former slave named Julius McAdoo and his white Yankee turned southern employers. Each tale is placed within a frame. The Yankee has some scheme he asks McAdoo about or some delay in the day's program that McAdoo fills with a story to entertain or instruct. McAdoo's tale then takes off, and in each a conjure woman figures greatly. Each story also benefits McAdoo in some way. When the employer decides to tear down an old schoolhouse to build a new kitchen, McAdoo tells a story about a man who gets turned into lumber. The husband doesn't believe the tale, but often his soft-hearted wife is snookered, either by the tale or by McAdoo's overall conniving, and things like schoolhouses remain so that McAdoo's church can meet in it. The tales quickly become formulaic and predictable, and the use of dialect Chesnutt employs has fallen out of fashion (indeed, it's irritating at points trying to figure out what McAdoo is saying), but overall the book still, over one hundred years later is entertaining. Download the book here at Project Gutenberg.

On "A Dunnet Shepherdess" by Sarah Orne Jewett (7032 words) ***

This tale by Jewett is to me the best of the four shorter Dunnet Landing works she wrote. I was reminded of Hemingway's "Big Two-Hearted River." Like that story, this one focuses mostly on the very physical landscape into which our main character interjects herself. We don't get much commentary. We get nature in the raw. The story starts with the main character's landlady's brother coming for a visit. On the sly, the main character slips out with William, the brother, to go fishing. A morning spent there, one almost feels as if the main character is in love with William, though no words are ever exchanged to that effect. But be forewarned, there is love--it's just not where one expects it at first. Sheep are involved. And an old lady. And mosquito lotion. And of course fish. You can read the story here.

On "The Country of the Pointed Firs and Other Stories" by Sarah Orne Jewett ***

My only familiarity with Sarah Orne Jewett was from reading her story "A White Heron" in a class many years ago. Another woman author often dismissed as "local color" rather than realism, Jewett has been, I think, unfairly ignored, until the more diverse canon came into being after the 1950s, for Jewett is every bit as good a writer as most of the others of her time. She fits in well with the naturist/realist/localist writers of the time. The introduction to the version I read even went so far as to say that she was doing realism before Howells and others started to do so and before it had a name. This may be a stretch, given that Howells's major book predates Jewett's major work.

Jewett's writing reminds me most of the nature writers of the late nineteenth century. Her characters often go out to the woods and commune with it, find something from it, and return to the world refreshed. There is much attention to what exactly they see, as if Jewett herself had a nature guide with her when she wrote the story or traversed the hills (likely, she knew more about which species was which than I do--I'm the one that would need the book). "A White Heron" fits this perfectly. Initially the story of a girl who meets a boy who likes to hunt and "falls" for him, "A White Heron" becomes a story about a girl who falls for nature instead.

The Country of Pointed Firs--a work I'd long assumed was a short story because of its constant pairing with "other stories"--is actually a novella of quite some length. It tells the tale of a woman who goes to visit Dunnet Landing, a seaside town in Maine. As in much of Jewett's work, nothing much seems to happen. The woman meets locals, talks with them, hears their stories about this person who died or about how the current generation isn't as tough as the previous or how all the sailors have gone away, walks into nature by herself or sails there, collects herbs, learns about herbs from the woman she lives with, and so on. And yet, by the sheer beauty of her language, Jewett moves us forward, compelling us to read lazily on. And we do. And when summer comes to an end and fall makes its full claim on the senses and the visitor must go away, we too are sad. It's like we're leaving a town we've spent the summer in. And that is not an easy thing to achieve in mere words.

The collection I read included the novella, four other Dunnet Landing stories, and four random classic stories by Jewett. The novella is the main feature for good reason, as it introduces all the major characters and is probably the best of the works in the collection, save perhaps the classic "A White Heron."

On "His Face" by David Erlewine (186 words) ***

Here's a short piece about malevolence. Whether it starts off that way, I'm not sure. To what extent the wrongs are in the narrator's head are slightly unclear. But then, it appears to descend into something nightmarish and horrifying--for all involved. That we're dealing with children here and disease and death is what makes this piece so fascinating. Were we to know more, we might not want to look--or we might find it absolutely ridiculous. Kept short, the piece remains captivating. Read it here at 971 Menu.

On "English Is Broken Here" by Coco Fusco ***

This collection of Fusco's essays and reviews touches on much that concerns the art world and Hispanic Americans. Fusco, a Cuban American, is of Florida extraction, but her work reminds me a lot of much of what I would come across growing up in Southern California. It is art, but it is also blatantly political. This combination is one that some artists eschew, but not, it seems, many Hispanics--the subject of several of Fusco's essays and reviews. I never much cared for art that was so tied to politics, and yet now moving toward two decades since I lived in California, I sort of miss some of this.

The most interesting to me of Fusco's projects is one that she writes about in "The Other History of Intercultural Performance" and that was the basis for the documentary The Couple in the Cage. The essay is a discussion of a performance art piece that she performed with Guillermo Gómez-Peña. In it, the two of them traveled the nation as an example of a couple of people from a recently discovered exotic tribe. The practice of caging human beings and placing them in exhibits was not unknown in the nineteenth century, and bringing this practice to the late twentieth sheds light on both the previous century and our culture today. The "performance" that the couple exhibits becomes, then, really a performance of the audience itself--how do people react to something that seems so utterly barbaric (i.e., caging other humans)? It's a fascinating film, and an interesting essay. Years ago, when I first came across this work in a class, I was also teaching at the time Kafka's "The Hunger Artist," and matching this essay up with that story was rather enlightening.

On "One of the Missing" by Ambrose Bierce (4679 words) *****

Probably the best of the soldier stories in Bierce's collection Tales of Soldiers and Civilians, save for the oft-anthologized "An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge," with which it has at least one particular technique in common, "One of the Missing" is a tale fraught with energy and tension. It's the story of a scout who gets the opportunity to shoot at the retreating enemy and who has the situation turned against him. He becomes the victim of another's freak shot and ends up trapped in rubble, his gun pointed--safety off--at his head. The rest of the story recounts his efforts to free himself. Read the story here.

On "Tales of Soldiers and Civilians" by Ambrose Bierce ****

Ambrose Bierce is a figure whose work has long intrigued me because of my utter unfamiliarity with it. His classic "An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge" shows up in a ton of anthologies has been made into a good short film. His Devil's Dictionary has many fine short quips. But beyond that, he is a mystery figure.


With that in mind, I listened to a set of ghost stories of his that were available online. And now, because I'm reading more extensively in his time period, I've opted also to read his classic Tales of Soldiers and Civilians. If I'd stopped at just reading the soldier stories, I've have thought I had missed out on an absolute classic. Unfortunately, the second half of the collection, the civilians, is mostly lackluster--familiar ghost stories or melodramatic stories about people dealing with death.


The soldier stories, however, fit quite nicely with the work of Stephen Crane and others of the naturalist school of fiction of Bierce's day. Sometimes, Bierce sticks in the requisite ghost, but here, amid soldiers wasting away, almost ghosts themselves in life, the phantoms seem as if they belong. Bierce seems intent on stripping away the glories of war and presenting us only the gory, sad plight that war drops men--or former men--into. His world is harsh, like our own can be.


The gist of the text I read can be found here at Project Gutenberg.

On "Rubber Bands" by David Torrey Peters (486 words) ***

The menu is back--971 Menu, that is--which means I can highlight a few stories from the archives that were inaccessible for a few months.

Here's a story I like first and foremost for its idea. Take a beach and remove the sand and put in, instead, rubber bands. (I'm not giving away a lot here--that all happens in the first line.) Peters takes this concept and runs with it--or bounces. We learn all about what folks do. And just as he's about to close, he throws in a line that makes it seem personal, makes it seem like many a story one might tell--about the snowstorm you got stuck in or the tornado that swooped away your neighbor's garage. It's that kind of story. Nothing pretentious. Just talk. (I could see a much longer version being absolutely fascinating, if not too carried away by the situation.) Read the piece here at 971 Menu.

On "The Saint of the Impossible" by David Levinson (7558 words) ****

Here's another breakup story. Even though there seem to be many such stories, good ones are hard to come by. Most good stories about relationships seem to focus more on a life long past the end or on a life as it's moving toward that end. Focusing on those closing moments themselves, however, is something a bit different. Perhaps writing a good breakup story is hard because the emotions that make such a story great fodder are also what tend to make such stories sentimental tin cans.

Levinson, however, is in control of his material. The story of an agent and his singer, a boy and his older lover, a has been and another has been, the piece speaks of what was and is no longer to be. Sometimes we tattoo the names of our loved ones on our bodies, but what are we to do with the tattoos once those names are just words signifying nothing? Read the story here at Slush Pile.