Showing posts with label short fiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label short fiction. Show all posts

Friday Finds

At the risk of sounding like a broken record, I've still been in the land of unpacking as I settle into my new house. It's exciting but also insanely exhausting, and I'm looking forward to everything being in and sorted. As a result of the move, I'm missing out on National Young Writers Festival too which is giving me all the sads. I hope everyone going has an insane amount of fun though! I always do. :-)

Also, hey, episode 3 of Lady Parts Podcast is UP. You should have a listen.

WATCHING




I've been watching Southland the last couple of weeks, and am more impressed than I thought I would be. It's pretty good!





READING



I love, love, LOVE Kate Beaton, and this interview with her and Lisa Hanawalt is a delight.





This woman remembering the murder of her friend by another friend in highschool is haunting and brutal.





Um, Ta-Nehisi Coates is writing the new Black Panther series! Will be making grabby hands at my local comic book store until this baby comes out.This older interview with him is great too.




13 short story collections to read if you think you hate short story collections. 





This article on the entirely insane drama around make-up brand, Lime Crime is fascinating and, well, insane.






LISTENING TO



I go on and off Ryan Adams, but his 1989 cover album has been my jam all week and is a cool take on Taylor Swift's awesome album. All You Had to Do was Stay is definitely my favourite.

Friday Finds

We're on day three of Brisbane Writers Festival, and I'm exhausted already, which doesn't bode well for the weekend. Ah well, I'll power through. In more exciting news, I'm moving house! Woo! But hey, more on that another time.

WATCHING

I was really saddened to hear of the passing of Wes Craven last weekend. He's one of those formative voices for me, and really introduced me to my love of horror. Edelstein's obituary for him is a terrific read, and this old interview with Craven is a must-watch for anyone interested in horror.



On the current suite of August flops and why these original films missed the mark when it came to marketing.





I really loved Dogtooth, an earlier work by Greek filmmaker, Yorgos Lanthimos, and The Lobster looks similarly compelling.




READING


This review of Shirley Jackson's new collection of previously uncollected works is rather lovely and insightful.





Wes Craven's secret (or not so secret) feminism.






And, to take you out for the weekend, 29 short stories you should read in your twenties. 

Friday Finds

It’s been an odd and very busy couple of weeks since I got back from the States. From new commitments to old ones, to getting ready to move house, reading at the launch of Kate Forsyth’s newest novel, The Beast’s Garden, to preparing for Brisbane Writers Festival. So exciting! So busy! And it doesn’t really look to wind down any time soon. I think I’m getting better at balancing all these things, but it’s a tightrope still.

Anyway, better things ahead.  


WATCHING


Australia's had such an awesome suite of women-created and performed webseries lately, and Fragments of a Friday is a terrific addition to the canon. I've inhaled it this week. Also: hilarious.


I'm basically obsessed with this trailer for The Witch. Definitely a must watch for me, whenever it comes out in Aus.




These 50 essential films about exhiliratingly bad women is bulking out my to-watch list too.



READING


Drunk and/or tired!Sophie's new thing has been to buy all the true crime. It's not something I've been regretting, particularly when I buy the work of the tremendous Ann Rule. Small Sacrifices is detailed, honest and avoids sensationalism. It's terrific.

Five classic horror stories you can read for free. I know what I'm doing this weekend~





This article exploring the work of Lucia Berlin and other formative American, female short fiction authors is wonderful.


The marriage of The Onion headlines and Jane Austen is basically a perfect one.





I'm pretty obsessed with these bookish business cards too. Particularly 2, 8 and 10!




This story about two women finally getting married after being together for 72 years gave me all the feels.

Sunday Short: 'Woven' by Lidia Yuknavitch

I can’t remember the name of the bar, but I remember I was twenty-two, and I was having the time of my life on Halloween night with my then-girlfriend in Greenwich Village. At twenty-two we could drink like beautiful androgynous unafraid fish. Young badass women in love in the bohemian capital of the world. That’s how it felt to me, anyway. She was a student at New York University. I wasn’t anything, having flunked out of college. We had plans that spanned continents. Youth foreshortens everything—faces, lives.
The interweaving of mythology and life is something that always appeals to me, especially when it's as beautifully done as it is in this story by Lidia Yuknavitch. It's heartbreaking, evocative and all encompassing.

You can read 'Woven' by Lidia Yuknavitch over at the Guernica Magazine website.

Sunday Short: 'The Body Snatcher' by Robert Louis Stevenson

 He still stood in the middle of the rug, between the stair and doorway; and the great London physician, in order to escape, would be forced to step to one side. It was plain that he hesitated before the thought of this humiliation. White as he was, there was a dangerous glitter in his spectacles; but while he still paused uncertain, he became aware that the driver of his fly was peering in from the street at this unusual scene and caught a glimpse at the same time of our little body from the parlour, huddled by the corner of the bar. The presence of so many witnesses decided him at once to flee. He crouched together, brushing on the wainscot, and made a dart like a serpent, striking for the door. But his tribulation was not yet entirely at an end, for even as he was passing Fettes clutched him by the arm and these words came in a whisper, and yet painfully distinct, 'Have you seen it again?'
Immersive and compelling, there's something remarkably creepy about Robert Louis Stevenson's story about the responsibility and morality of science. As Fettes, an assistant professor finds himself facing a crucial moral quandary and a blackening of the soul in old London, it's hard not to think it'd be just as relevant and just as horrifying if it were set in modern times. Plus the world building is A+.

You can read 'The Body Snatchers' over at East of the Web.

Sunday Short: The Tobacconist by Anna Noyes

He had not yet begun to think of his son’s mind as mediocre, or been kicked in the street for being a fairy, a duplicitous fairy, for misreading the look of the man in the bar, not the tobacconist, another man, with nice hands. He had not yet learned the shame of trying to work one’s way back into fatherhood and husbandhood, after you have shown yourself to be a certain type of despicable character.
There's something wonderfully intimate in Anna Noyes' story, 'The Tobacconist'. There's a charge below it that sets the protagonist alight, and his short interactions with others wonderfully heavy with history. It's a feat, I think, to convey so much in so little.

You can read 'The Tobacconist' by Anna Noyes over at American Short Fiction.

Sunday Short: My Life is a Joke by Sheila Heti

My high-school boyfriend wanted to marry me, because he thought the most important thing to have in life was a witness. To marry your high-school girlfriend, and have her with you all through life—that is a lot of witnessing. Everything important would be witnessed by one woman. I didn’t like his idea of what a wife was for—someone to just hang around and watch your life unfold. But I understand him better now. It is no small thing to have someone who loves you see your life, and discuss it with you every night.
Sheila Heti is such an interesting writer, taking stranger concepts and making them into something oddly universal. 'My Life is a Joke' is a monologue from a dead woman and it resonates both for the life in it and the grief of one only half lived.

You can read 'My Life is a Joke' over on The New Yorker website.

Sunday Short: 'St Dymphna's School for Poison Girls' by Angela Slatter

The ice travels down, down, leaching into my limbs, taking my extremities for its own, locking my joints, creeping into my brain like icicles. My fingers are the claws of a raven frozen on a branch; my throat closes over like an icebound stream; my eyes are fogged as glass on a winter’s morn.
For a time I am frost-bitten, a creature of rime and hoar. Still and unbreathing.
They did not say it would be like this.
Angela Slatter is such a wonderfully evocative writer. Her descriptions of place really do make you want to curl up in the story for a while, rest your feet there. It helps that 'St Dymphna's School for Poison Girls' ticks so many of my boxes too - old boarding schools! Girls being taught to be killers! It's straight up magic.

You can read 'St Dymphna's School for Poison Girls' by Angela Slatter over at Tor.com.

Sunday Short: 'Haunting Olivia' by Karen Russell

Olivia disappeared on a new-moon night. It was exactly two years, or twenty-four new moons, ago. Wallow says that means that tonight is Olivia’s unbirthday, the anniversary of her death. It’s weird: our grief is cyclical, synched with the lunar cycles. It accordions out as the moon slivers away. On new-moon nights, it rises with the tide.
I recently devoured Karen Russell's short story collection. St. Lucy's Home for Girls Raised by Wolves and managed to find one of my favourites free online, which is awesome when it comes to rec'ing. 'Haunting Olivia' is a beautiful, heartwrenching story about two brothers looking for their dead sister in a polluted sea haunted by dead fish. It's downright magical.

You can read 'Haunting Olivia' over at The New Yorker website.

Sunday Short: 'On Visiting Versailles' by Clare Rhoden

I dreamt my lover introduced me to his four sons. One for each season, I thought.
Seizure's Flashers series continues to deliver some really innovative and exciting short fiction. This lovely little piece by Clare Rhoden has some terrific imagery and a strangely svelte feel about the whole thing. It's a really interesting little story.

You can read 'On Visiting Versailles' by Clare Rhoden over on the Seizure website.

Sunday Short: 'Blue' by Imogen McCluskey

The doctor writes a prescription for some creams and hands me the piece of paper. I look over to my husband, who is still staring at the picture of the woman; observing how the mammary glands attach to the tissue, how the pelvis holds up the spine, how the feet connect to the floor. Watching the woman with eyeballs exposed peer off wide-eyed into the distance. What could she be looking at, that skinless wonder?
There's something wonderfully eerie about this short story by Imogen McCluskey. She has an evocative style, one that unravels beautifully as a woman slowly succumbs to a mystery illness in the French suburbs. The only thing about this piece is that I wish there was more of it. 

Sunday Short: 'The Bad Graft' by Karen Russell

The trip was a kind of honeymoon. The boy and girl were eloping. They weren’t married, however, and had already agreed that they never would be—they weren’t that kind of couple. The boy, Andy, was a reader; he said that they were seafarers, wanderers. “Ever unfixed,” a line from Melville, was scraped in red ink across the veins of his arm. The girl, Angie, was three years sober and still struggling to find her mooring on dry land. On their first date they had decided to run away together.
Man, this story really got to me. Simultaneously tender and horrifying, this story about young lovers on the run quickly turns sinister when the girl, Angie, is possessed by a plant. Karen Russell has a wonderful tone to her, a beautiful turn of phrase which lures you in and sends shivers up your spine all at once. It's a terrific story.

You can read 'The Bad Graft' by Karen Russell over on The New Yorker website.

Sunday Short: 'Other Animals' by Tegan Bennett Daylight

Everything I loved about Fern—her long, ropy blonde hair, her soft brown skin and handsome, angular face—was exaggerated unpleasantly in her brother John. He was all chin and nose and his skin looked dirty. His hair was dirty. Fern’s eyes were a startling blue, but John’s made him look mad, as though he might be blind behind their dazzle. Once he came home while Fern and I were swimming and stood by the pool in his school uniform, looking down at us.
Tegan Bennett Daylight is a compelling writer with a real knack for quiet, domestic tragedy, and that's really on show in this heartbreaking short, 'Other Animals'. It speaks of lost friendships and growing up and those hidden secrets that only age really reveals. 

Sunday Short: 'How to Talk to Girls at Parties' by Neil Gaiman

The times I had kissed my sister's friends I had not spoken to them. They had been around while my sister was off doing something elsewhere, and they had drifted into my orbit, and so I had kissed them. I do not remember any talking. I did not know what to say to girls, and I told him so. 
Neil Gaiman has a pretty awesome knack for turning charming nostalgic stories into bona fide creepy-fests in the space of a few carefully placed sentences. This is such a great example of that. What begins as two teenage boys trying to find a party ends, well, in something very much not that.

You can read 'How to Talk to Girls at Parties' by Neil Gaiman over on his website.

Sunday Short: 'The Daemon Lover' by Shirley Jackson

There was a policeman on the corner and she thought, Why don’t I go to the police—you go to the police for a missing person. And then thought, What a fool I’d look like. She had a quick picture of herself standing in a police station, saying, “Yes, we were going to be married today, but he didn’t come,” and the policemen, three or four of them standing around listening, looking at her, at the print dress, at her too-bright make-up, smiling at one another. 
 Shirley Jackson's widely established as a master of horror. I'm not sure if this is the best example of something horrifying, but it really is a masterclass in unsettling a reader. The premise is simple enough - on her wedding day, a bride desperately tries to find her missing husband. Only, there's an undercurrent here that tells you it's not quite that simple. That something is bubbling just below the surface, and that's perhaps scarier than anything jumping out of closets.

You can read 'The Daemon Lover' by Shirley Jackson over on Literary Fictions.com

Sunday Short: 'Magdala Amygdala' by Lucy A. Snyder

“So is the new job going well? Are you able to sleep?” My doctor shines a penlight in my eyes and nostrils and marks off a couple of boxes. Thankfully, she doesn’t ask to see my tongue. It’s the same set of questions every week; I’d have to be pretty far gone to answer badly and get myself quarantined. The endless doctor-visits wear down other Type Threes, but I hang onto the belief that someday there might be actual help for me here.
I've been tentative about engaging with horror short fiction. It's not exactly a secret that I adore horror cinema, but it's no more a secret that there are huge sectors of the genre bogged down with brutal misogyny. I've become very good at navigating those waters, but dipping my toe in the pool of horror shorts revealed a lot of the same hatred that has taken me longer to sift through. Some days it feels like panning for gold, waiting for a nugget of good, bigotry-free fiction to catch. That said, when little gems like Lucy A. Snyder's 'Magdala Amygdala' show up, it makes them all the more special. It's taut, original and all in all a pretty horrifying monster story, with the implications of a bigger, bolder new world.

Sunday Short: 'Miriam' by Truman Capote

It was while waiting at the corner of Third Avenue that she saw the man: an old man, bowlegged and stooped under an armload of bulging packages; he wore a shabby brown coat and a checkered cap. Suddenly she realized they were exchanging a smile: there was nothing friendly about this smile, it was merely two cold flickers of recognition. But she was certain she had never seen him before.
Truman Capote is such an atmospheric writer. More than that, he has a way of capturing an ugly undercurrent with beautiful prose, layering it, occasionally, more than it deserves. The interplay between Mrs Miller and the young Miriam in this story have such an ominous tone to them, and raises a lot of really compelling questions about age and loneliness.

You can read 'Miriam' by Truman Capote over at Literary Fictions.

Sunday Short: 'The Snow Child' by Angela Carter

As soon as he completed her description, there she stood, beside the road, white skin, red mouth, black hair and stark naked; she was the child of his desire and the Countess hated her. The Count lifted her up and sat her in front of him on his saddle but the Countess had only one thought:how shall I be rid of her?
The best fairytales are usually the most brutal. The ones that worm their way into the common, darker thoughts and roll with them. There's a lot at play in this very short story by the indomitable Angela Carter. Envy, greed, lust, but mostly you're left with a strange and aching back and forth between characters usually rendered villains in these stories. The girl could be Snow White or Sleeping Beauty, but she's neither, and she's not as important as this tug between the Count and Countess, but she's the victim of their sins anyway.

You can read 'The Snow Angel' by Angela Carter over at Biblioklept.

Sunday Short: 'Mary Magdalen with Head of Flowers' by Laksmi Pamuntjak

A trail of bare feet, some bones and the eggshell white of a girl’s dress tell us that a woman has sailed across an impossible desert, leaving a skeleton of a man in her wake. 
There's some stunning imagery in this short meditation by Laksmi Pamuntjak. There are also some clear character sketches, some poetic language and a really compelling little story which unfolds in a bitter sweet fashion.

You can read 'Mary Magdalen with Head of Flowers' by Laksmi Pamuntjak over at her blog.

A Collection

It’s been almost four years since my first short story was published which, even now, is a bit of a crazy thing to think about. The story, called ‘Shooting Arrows’, centred round a group of three sisters trying to recover from the death of the fourth. It was published in the 86th Issue of Voiceworks.

I was one of those horrible clichés when it comes to writing in that once I started, I found it pretty difficult to stop. Stories uncurled in my mind sometimes faster than I could catch them, and I’ve been really lucky to have had a steady output of work since ‘Shooting Arrows’ was published.

I’ve circled similar themes in my work to that fledgling story – loss and grief, intimacy, sisterhood. They were all separate, original works, until they weren’t. Those sisters from that first story were suddenly banging on walls, knocking on the doors of other stories and asking to be let in. The Elk sisters, Beth and Audrey and Lily and Eve became bigger than their own story.

I wonder if this is the way novels start, or collections are made. If it’s a theme that lets itself in, fixes itself a cup of tea, or if, like me, it was these characters who stole in through closed windows.

As a result, I’ve been reading a lot of collections lately, fitting them together, and generally found four different types.

The Thematic is probably the most common type of collection. Stories that explore and unravel a certain idea or theme – from magic to family, rites of passage and womanhood. Thematic collections can be distinct or abstract, clear in their connection or sometimes not at all.

It’s probably my favourite type too. There’s something really appealing about strange stories with a loose thread – a candy necklace of a book. I recently read Laura Van Den Berg’s What the World Will Look Like When All the Water Leaves Us, a collection pointedly themed by known established myths – loch ness monsters, giant snakes, gods, and how they so easily infiltrate our real lives, whether real or imagined. It’s wonderfully languid, bellying poignancy and a whole lot of hurt. It reminded me of a similarly wonderful themed collection, Magic for Beginners by Kelly Link.

It’s not just magic though. Cate Kennedy’s Like a House on Fire focuses on family’s at turning points, Josephine Rowe’s How a Moth Becomes a Boat is connected by wonderfully insular protagonists. Which leads pretty nicely into the character thread.

The Character Thread is something I love to, and is really what the biggest connection in my own collection has come down to. From Junot Diaz’s This is How You Leave Her to Melissa Banks’ The Girl’s Guide to Hunting and Fishing, character threads can almost tease a novel, but by breaking it up into girlfriends as in Diaz’s collection or different moments in a character’s life as Banks’, you get a really compelling cross-section of narrative. A photo album of stories.  

Similar to character, place is becoming increasingly used as the common denominator of a collection. The most obvious example in recent years is Tim Winton’s moving book, The Turning, which unravels a small town through different stories, times and characters. It interweaves pretty seamlessly too – playing on the character thread that can do so many wonderful things for a collection. Similarly, all of Stephen King’s shorts are set in Maine, giving him a universe to continually refer back to and explore.

It doesn’t just have to be a specific place either. Tarcutta Wake by Josephine Rowe doesn’t have settings in common, but the influence of place weaves its way through every story, becoming a theme in and of itself. It’s pretty effective.

Roald Dahl’s collections could arguably be filed back under the thematic with his dark and chilling stories, but that’s really as close as they come. In a lot of ways, his work feels stitched together, making a weird sort of tapestry of stories, each as unique as a patchwork piece. A lot of older short fiction writers operated in this basis. Raymond Carver often themed his work, but it also came under stitches too, as did Flannery O’Connor. This sort of collection perhaps doesn’t work as well today. After all, there’s much less of a market for these short snapshots of narrative – pretty ironic given our culture’s collective attention span.

I like short story collections in every shape they come in, but it’s hard to deny my pull towards certain themes and ideas that unwind in short fiction. The reason Josephine Rowe, Kelly Link and Laura van den Berg appeal to me so totally is that they explore womanhood and loss, intimacy and responsibility. They explore themes that don’t usually make it to novels and shows but, for some reason or another, seem to be thriving currently in short stories.

It’s themes I want to write about. Themes I do write about. My collection, so close to completion, spends time with all of these ideas, and I hope that the Elk sisters are women that readers will connect with too.


What are you working on at the moment? And do any collections stand out for you?