Unfortunately, 2012 had no outstanding collections of short
stories to match the two very fine collections of 2011: Steven Millhauser’s We Others and
Edith Pearlman´s Binocular Vision—that is, except, of course, Alice
Munro’s Dear Life.
The New York Times selection of 100 Notable Books of
2012 (echoed by other such "Best of" lists) included the following six collections:
Blasphemy by Sherman Alexie
The Book of Mischief by Steve Stern
Dear Life by Alice Munro
Married Love by Tess Hadley
This is How You Lose Her by Junot Diaz
What We Talk About when We Talk About Anne Frank by
Nathan Englander
I have not yet read Tess Hadley’s collection, although I
have read several of her stories that have appeared in The New Yorker in
the past few years. I have not yet read
Steve Stern’s collection and, sorry to say, am not familiar with his work.
However, I have ordered both books and will read them in the next month and
make some comments on them.
Of the four remaining books, it seems to me that only one is
outstanding. I am sure my readers will
not be surprised to hear that my favorite is Alice Munro’s Dear Life. I have commented on most of these stories
over the past few years as they have appeared in The New Yorker and ask
interested readers to check my previous blogs on Munro, easily found using the
“search” line at the top right of this page.
I do plan to make some comments on three pieces in the “memoir” section
of the book next month, as well as some additional comments on the story
“Corrie,” about which there was quite a bit of discussion on this blog. I will especially focus on how Munro changed
the ending of the story as it appears in Dear Life.
I also refer my readers to my previous blogs on the Sherman
Alexie, Nathan Englander, and Junot Diaz collections—none of which I think adds
anything to the reputation of these writers.
The Alexie collection is a “new and selected” batch, valuable for his
best older stories, but not very interesting for the “new” ones. Alexie may have grown a bit too smug as a
showman these days to devote himself to writing fine short stories. The Englander collection, which won some
important awards (although I really don’t’ know why), is just more clever O.
Henryish tales that Englander has done before, and (sigh) will probably do
again. The Diaz is just one more set of
tedious crude exploits of Yunior-- this time focusing primarily on his
ineffective experiences with women and his snappy street chatter.
All four books—Munro, Alexie, Englander, and Diaz—seem to
have sold rather well—even spending some time on the best seller lists. And that’s a good thing for the short
story. The Munro stories are about as
good as they get; the stories in the other four collections are
lightweight—amusing, self-indulgent, just not very challenging or revealing
about the complexities of human experience and emotion.
Oh, just to assure readers who also love the novel form
that I do have some familiarity with that “baggy monster,” I have read at least
three novels on The New York Times 2012 notable list: Zadie Smith’s NW,
Barbara Kingsolver’s Flight
Behavior, and Colm Tobin’s The
Testament of Mary. The Kingsolver is a rambling popular fiction with a social
message that goes on and on and on about global warming. The Smith is a “postmodern” (whatever that
is) experiment about fiction, culture, and individual identity—challenging but
sometimes too self-consciously so. The Tobin is a novella about the adult life
and death of Jesus told by his mother—the focus more on mother-stuff than on
Jesus-stuff. If you want be feel
socially conscious, read the Kingsolver; if you want to feel intellectually
experimental, read the Smith; if you want to feel cynical about the origins of the
Church, read the Tobin.
I wish all my readers a most happy new year and thank them
for visiting this blog, reading my remarks, and sometimes even taking the time
to respond to those remarks. I
apologize for making that process a little more difficult recently by
establishing a login, but I was getting bombarded daily by junk mail that I had
to delete, often accidently deleting valuable comments by my readers.
Happy New Year! See you in 2013, my friends!
1 comment:
I am reading through Dear Life and enjoying it immensely although I don't find the collection as strong as her previous one.
I enjoyed What We Talk About when We Talk About Anne Frank by Nathan Englander. I find it quite refreshing.
I eventually finished off the huge (1,000 pages or thereabouts) collected sstories of William Trevor. Some great ones, some not so great. I read the latest collection of stories by Don Delillo and I thought some of them were very good. Read, for the very first time, stories by Joyce Carol Oates (interesting but she seems to take a very dim view of men). I've read some excellent novels this year (none of them on your reading list). Julian Barnes, The dream of Celts, lots more whose names escape me for the moment. I think my pick of the year must be Michel Houllebecqu's The Map and the Territory, which was warmly recommended to me by my daughter. Excellent, excellent.
A very happy New Year to you all
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