By writing about myself in the ﬁrst person, I had smothered myself and made myself invisible, had made it impossible for me to ﬁnd the thing I was looking for. I needed to separate myself from myself…
Paul Auster is one of those writers with one extremely well-known book — most likely you’ve read The New York Trilogy, if you’ve read anything, and nothing quite compares to that. This one is pretty good, centered around a poet who is a student at Columbia in the late 1960s who gets involved with a questionable fellow from France who wants to fund him to start a magazine. There’s a section set in Paris, several diﬀerent narrators working in diﬀerent modes (ﬁrst, second, and...more
A bit too elegiac of a novel for the early summer, Austerlitz is still worth any potential struggles in making it through the endless paragraphs — at times as much as twenty-ﬁve pages long. The character, and really the voice of the book, Jacques Austerlitz meets the nameless narrator as they are both appreciating the architecture of the Antwerp train station, starting a decades-long friendship that seems to consist of them running into each other unexpectedly and then Austerlitz talking this guy’s ear oﬀ about his life for hours on end. But his story is fascinating.
After immigrating to England when he was 4, his adoptive parents never told him where he was from and, though he learned his real name as...more
I was drawn to this book based on its setting in 1970s New York City, speciﬁcally set around the day Philippe Petit made his World Trade Center tightrope walk; curiously the tightrope interludes in the book felt mostly unnecessary and distracting. The shorter sections that only have the tightrope connection to tie them with the rest of the book hence feel entirely disconnected.
Despite that, there remain several entwined stories that build well together through the book, even when voiced through less than sympathetic characters. McCann captured a range of experiences convincingly. It was a bit of a tough book as the ﬁrst section felt the most compelling and ended quite dramatically. It made it feel like the climax...more
There is some semantic debate whether this is a collection of stories involving the same characters or a multilinear novel, but either way you decide to categorize it, the book involves one network of characters over a long period of time. The beginning skips back and forth in the past until a certain point where it charges into the future — i. e., into the 2020s. Egan makes enough casual references to major events during the diﬀerent time periods to allow her to paint the future in the same cursory way, suggesting the ways the world has evolved without going into big details in order not to distract what has happened with the characters. The stories/chapters are also tied together through similar...more
I picked up All the King’s Horses as a break from this and found that a longer narrative really hit the spot. Afterward I decided to ﬁnish up the stories in the section I was reading here and come back to the rest of the collection later, only to discover somewhat disappointingly that there were just a handful until that next break. But I’m sticking to the plan.
Davis most notably writes a lot of short ﬁction, sometimes just a paragraph or even a sentence in length. Often her characters aren’t given names; sometimes the story will be from the perspective of a couple and the whole thing is written as “we” and “us,” and it’s not annoying. She...more
Most of the winter I’ve been buried in The Collected Stories of Lydia Davis, which is excellent yet deceptively dense for short ﬁction. I needed something a little vapid as a break, and this book claims to have been inspired by Françoise Sagan’s Bonjour Tristesse. Bernstein allegedly wrote it to generate some money for the Situationist International, and it’s most likely a ﬁctionalized account of her relationship with the group’s de facto leader, Guy Debord. “Geneviéve” traces the dual aﬀairs she and her husband entertain from the summer until the fall: the young lady for him that they ﬁnd together and the young man she ﬁnds on her own for herself. The arcs and dramas of these short-lived...more
It’s almost exactly four years since I read most of Link’s Stranger Things Happen, and I experienced similar hit-and-miss responses to these stories. Sometimes the concept of the story is more entertaining than the execution, and the writing is often too simplistic and almost juvenile, though I discovered after ﬁnishing the last story that this a YA book. I guess that’s why all the stories are focused on younger people!
There’s a story centered around a mysterious TV show that airs irregularly and is set in “The Free People’s World-Tree Library,” a library that’s an entire world of its own with forests and oceans; another involving a handbag that contains an entire village or a vicious dog,...more
I’ve known Teri for years via the zine world, and it’s exciting to see her ﬁrst book published. These stories are largely melancholy, lined with the poignancy of deaths and disappointments. They feel open-ended, most likely because the characters without fail need to reach a point of internal conclusion rather than exacting any kind of inﬂuence on the world around them.
I enjoyed reading the The History of Love so much a few years ago, and it remains one of those books I will think to recommend when someone is grasping for something solid to embark on. Krauss treads on some similar themes in Great House, weaving a narrative centered around a desk, perhaps once owned by Federico García Lorca, that manages to pass mostly between writers on a mysterious journey. There are several threads throughout the book — the one with the most tenuous connection to the rest being the one I found the least engaging. The others draw parallels and intersections in at times predictable, but no less pleasing, ways. The structure of multiple voices presented as a puzzle that...more
I was excited about this book since it is largely set in my neighborhood, plus I always enjoy reading Paul Auster. While the book is deﬁnitely entertaining, the writing feels a little rough around the edges, at times even clunky. His description of Sunset Park as a neighborhood during this time period — the 2008 economic collapse — is largely inaccurate, though the other NYC neighborhood descriptions are perfectly evocative. The story is more of a straight forward narrative than other books of his that I’ve read, though there are threads pulled through each of the separate story lines that are mysteriously not tied together in the end. But that sort of lingering suspense at the end of a story isn’t that interesting....more