What's Your Favorite Short Story?

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Alice Munro is a treasure.

horseshoe (horseshoe), Thursday, 26 October 2006 22:22 (seventeen years ago) link

Donald Barthelme's "At the End of the Mechanical Age" and William Trevor's "Beyond the Pale."

Michael Daddino (epicharmus), Thursday, 26 October 2006 22:26 (seventeen years ago) link

"For sale: baby shoes, never worn."

milo z (mlp), Thursday, 26 October 2006 23:13 (seventeen years ago) link

William Trevor is prett great. The ones I remember: "The Hill Bachelors," "Widows," "After Rain."

Alfred, Lord Sotosyn (Alfred Soto), Friday, 27 October 2006 00:35 (seventeen years ago) link

I've been reading Joy Williams' Honored Guest and she is terrific as well.

Mr. Que (Mr.Que), Friday, 27 October 2006 16:38 (seventeen years ago) link

A shoutout for some more modern stuff (as a lot of the classics have already been mentioned): Steven Millhauser's stories are fantastic. Sam Shephard has one called "Gary Cooper or the Landscape?" that delights me. Amy Hempel's "In the Cemetery Where Al Jolson Is Buried" by Amy Hempel is one of the best contemporary short stories I had to read for school.

There's a story I love that I cannot find, remembering neither author nor title (which is pathetic, seeing as I actually heard the author read it). A woman babysists for her sister and her sister's husband while they are staying at a resort. There's a teenage girl from the previous marriage also with them, and the building caretaker also does "deep tissue massage". Sounds daft, but it captures a mood very well.

patita (patita), Friday, 27 October 2006 18:59 (seventeen years ago) link

Donald Barthelme has so many great ones, it's hard to pick. One of my favorites is "Critique de la vie Quotidienne" (probably spelled wrong).

My name here is a reference to his novel, "The Dead Father"

like murderinging (modestmickey), Friday, 27 October 2006 19:02 (seventeen years ago) link

xpost patita: Is it Park City by Ann Beattie?

Mr. Que (Mr.Que), Friday, 27 October 2006 19:02 (seventeen years ago) link

Amy Hempel's "In the Cemetery Where Al Jolson Is Buried by Amy Hempel" = I've moved a quote mark to finish making this truly the awesomest title ever.

I just read Cheever's "World of Apples" over lunch -- turned out to have the collected stories in my bag -- and thanks, Alfred!

nabisco (nabisco), Friday, 27 October 2006 19:03 (seventeen years ago) link

I'm also surprised nobody has mentioned Haruki Murakami. He has truly mastered the charming magical realism short story.

like murderinging (modestmickey), Friday, 27 October 2006 19:04 (seventeen years ago) link

Also Capote's 'A Christmas Memory'.

Great story.

M. White (Miguelito), Friday, 27 October 2006 19:04 (seventeen years ago) link

I was going to do a top 10 of my favorite Barthelme stories, but I can't even find the table of contents for Sixty Stories online! Ridiculous. I'll just mention his neighbor Grace Paley instead.

nabisco (nabisco), Friday, 27 October 2006 19:10 (seventeen years ago) link

C'mon now Nabisco. Top 10. Go.

from Come Back, Dr. Caligari


Margins
A Shower of Gold
Me and Miss Mandible
For I'm The Boy
Will You Tell Me?

from Unspeakable Practices, Unnatural Acts


The Balloon
The President
Game
Alice
Robert Kennedy Saved From Drowning
Report
The Dolt
See The Moon?
The Indian Uprising

from City Life


Views Of My Father Weeping
Paraguay
On Angels
The Phantom Of The Opera's Friend
City Life
Kierkegaard Unfair To Schlegel
The Falling Dog
The Policemen's Ball
The Glass Mountain

from Sadness


Critique de la Vie Quotidienne
The Sandman
Träumerei
The Rise Of Capitalism
A City Of Churches
Daumier
The Party

from Guilty Pleasures


Eugénie Grandet
Nothing: A Preliminary Account

from The Dead Father


A Manual For Sons

from Amateurs


At The End Of The Mechanical Age
Rebecca
The Captured Woman
I Bought A Little City
The Sergeant
The School
The Great Hug
Our Work And Why We Do It

from Great Days


The Crisis
Cortés And Montezuma
The New Music
The Zombies
The King Of Jazz
Morning
The Death Of Edward Lear
The Abduction From The Seraglio
On The Steps Of The Conservatory
The Leap

Previously Uncollected


Aria
The Emerald
How I Write My Songs
The Farewell
The Emperor
Thailand
Heroes
Bishop
Grandmother's House

Mr. Que (Mr.Que), Friday, 27 October 2006 19:13 (seventeen years ago) link

Some short story writers I adore:

Borges
Bowles
Calvino
Chekhov
Déon
Fitzgerald
Maugham
Maupassant
William Maxwell
Nabokov
Sartre
Singer
Tatiana Tolstoya

her story in the new yorker a couple weeks ago was pointlessly depressing and horrible.

Loved the ending though.

M. White (Miguelito), Friday, 27 October 2006 19:14 (seventeen years ago) link

I'm having trouble remembering which ones are which ones, and I'm realizing I'm damned partial to a specific era of Barthelme, but I suppose my top 10 might be:

1. Cortes and Montezuma
2. The School
3. At the End of the Mechanical Age
4. The Great Hug
5. The Policemen's Ball
6. Rebecca
7. See the Moon?
8. The Glass Mountain
9. The Balloon
10. A City Of Churches

nabisco (nabisco), Friday, 27 October 2006 19:24 (seventeen years ago) link

I concur with the ones of those that I remember. They kind of run together b/c I read him too fast. I also dig I Bought A Little City, The Emerald, The Falling Dog, and Game. The Glass Mountain is really awesome, but I recall thinking the ending was pretty dumb or I didn't get it or something.

Mr. Que (Mr.Que), Friday, 27 October 2006 19:27 (seventeen years ago) link

98. I threw the beautiful princess headfirst down the mountain to my acquaintances.

99. Who could be relied upon to deal with her.

100. Nor are eagles plausible, not at all, not for a moment.


Like: huh?

Mr. Que (Mr.Que), Friday, 27 October 2006 19:29 (seventeen years ago) link

xpost-a-thon:
I have Amy Hempel on the Brain.

A thousand thanks, Mr. Que, that is indeed the story and the book is available used on Amazon for 50 cents. Double score.

patita (patita), Friday, 27 October 2006 19:38 (seventeen years ago) link

That book is super kickass.

Mr. Que (Mr.Que), Friday, 27 October 2006 19:40 (seventeen years ago) link

I totally don't get Calvino. I liked "If on a winter's night a traveler," even if it did get somewhat tiring, but his short story collection "Difficult Loves" I see absolutely nothing in. I think I need somebody to explain him to me

like murderinging (modestmickey), Friday, 27 October 2006 20:01 (seventeen years ago) link

I love how everyone is all Cap'n-Save-a-Literary-Form up above.

Haikunym (Haikunym), Friday, 27 October 2006 20:08 (seventeen years ago) link

Some of Difficult Loves has ... let's say "dated," in the grand geological way that fiction (especially in translation) can't wind up dating; there are bits early on that are difficult to slog through. But those stories at the end, the "Adventures of a ___" stories -- in particular the story of the photographer -- are incredible!

Part of what I like about Calvino -- and part of what's especially on display in "The Aquatic Uncle" -- is that he manages to craft stories that contain both of two things: one on hand they're incredibly cerebral, they're symbolic or allegorical, they can toy with grand thinky things right up to and including semiotics; and on the other hand these same stories are remarkably observant in terms of basic, timeless human emotion and behavior. The stories at the end of Difficult Loves aren't as otherworldly and imaginative as some of his others, but they maintain that same amazing mix, I think. The photography one is really stunning; it spends all this time teasing out the implications of photography as an idea, but it's also really rigorously about how that idea might affect the way conventional people look at life, what impact this piece of technology actually has on our emotional world.

But look to "The Aquatic Uncle" for the best example of this I know. It's placed at a point in evolution where you get an amphibious creature pining for some lovely evolved land-creature, ashamed of his roots in a bog and ashamed of his old-fashioned aquatic uncle, and then once he swallows hard and introduces his leggy land-creature to his uncle, she falls in love with his old aquaticism: this dynamic absolutely amazes me, because it's this unchanging dynamic of aspirations in either direction -- it's absolutely the same as the way we treat a million things now, from class to race to whatever. These are the kinds of enduring root-level human desires and dynamics that Calvino seems to have way more understanding of -- even in the most fanciful and imaginary settings -- than 99% of writers.

nabisco (nabisco), Friday, 27 October 2006 20:14 (seventeen years ago) link

That said, Difficult Loves is totally not the place to start with Calvino -- neither is If on a winter's night a traveler, if you ask me -- so I'd definitely recommend trying Cosmicomics or The Baron in the Trees (or for some fairyheaded short stories, Marcovaldo).

nabisco (nabisco), Friday, 27 October 2006 20:21 (seventeen years ago) link

I started with 'Invisible Cities' but I would recommend 'The Baron in the Trees'.

M. White (Miguelito), Friday, 27 October 2006 20:35 (seventeen years ago) link

I can't really defend it rationally, but my favorite short story, as in the one I've most re-read, is probably Maugham's 'The Facts of Life'.

M. White (Miguelito), Friday, 27 October 2006 20:48 (seventeen years ago) link

I, too, remember my Maugham explaining the birds and the bees.

nabisco (nabisco), Friday, 27 October 2006 20:53 (seventeen years ago) link

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C0L1N B... (C0L1N B...), Friday, 27 October 2006 20:59 (seventeen years ago) link

Cue clip of Peter from 'Family Guy' in response to Chris's announcement that, "It's Mom" on the phone, hoping that it's "Somerset".

M. White (Miguelito), Friday, 27 October 2006 21:01 (seventeen years ago) link

"Black Destroyer" by A.E. Van Vogt

Euai Kapaui (tracerhand), Friday, 27 October 2006 22:02 (seventeen years ago) link

Before the law sits a gatekeeper. To this gatekeeper comes a man from the country who asks to gain entry into the law. But the gatekeeper says that he cannot grant him entry at the moment. The man thinks about it and then asks if he will be allowed to come in later on. “It is possible,” says the gatekeeper, “but not now.” At the moment the gate to the law stands open, as always, and the gatekeeper walks to the side, so the man bends over in order to see through the gate into the inside. When the gatekeeper notices that, he laughs and says: “If it tempts you so much, try it in spite of my prohibition. But take note: I am powerful. And I am only the most lowly gatekeeper. But from room to room stand gatekeepers, each more powerful than the other. I can’t endure even one glimpse of the third.” The man from the country has not expected such difficulties: the law should always be accessible for everyone, he thinks, but as he now looks more closely at the gatekeeper in his fur coat, at his large pointed nose and his long, thin, black Tartar’s beard, he decides that it would be better to wait until he gets permission to go inside. The gatekeeper gives him a stool and allows him to sit down at the side in front of the gate. There he sits for days and years. He makes many attempts to be let in, and he wears the gatekeeper out with his requests. The gatekeeper often interrogates him briefly, questioning him about his homeland and many other things, but they are indifferent questions, the kind great men put, and at the end he always tells him once more that he cannot let him inside yet. The man, who has equipped himself with many things for his journey, spends everything, no matter how valuable, to win over the gatekeeper. The latter takes it all but, as he does so, says, “I am taking this only so that you do not think you have failed to do anything.” During the many years the man observes the gatekeeper almost continuously. He forgets the other gatekeepers, and this one seems to him the only obstacle for entry into the law. He curses the unlucky circumstance, in the first years thoughtlessly and out loud, later, as he grows old, he still mumbles to himself. He becomes childish and, since in the long years studying the gatekeeper he has come to know the fleas in his fur collar, he even asks the fleas to help him persuade the gatekeeper. Finally his eyesight grows weak, and he does not know whether things are really darker around him or whether his eyes are merely deceiving him. But he recognizes now in the darkness an illumination which breaks inextinguishably out of the gateway to the law. Now he no longer has much time to live. Before his death he gathers in his head all his experiences of the entire time up into one question which he has not yet put to the gatekeeper. He waves to him, since he can no longer lift up his stiffening body. The gatekeeper has to bend way down to him, for the great difference has changed things to the disadvantage of the man. “What do you still want to know, then?” asks the gatekeeper. “You are insatiable.” “Everyone strives after the law,” says the man, “so how is that in these many years no one except me has requested entry?” The gatekeeper sees that the man is already dying and, in order to reach his diminishing sense of hearing, he shouts at him, “Here no one else can gain entry, since this entrance was assigned only to you. I’m going now to close it.”

-- (688), Friday, 27 October 2006 23:39 (seventeen years ago) link

M. White - have you read any Alice Munro? i think you would like her.

jed_ (jed), Saturday, 28 October 2006 00:21 (seventeen years ago) link

nabisco, thanks for that response. You've convinced me to give Calvino another try. I never did make it past the first half of Difficult Loves...

like murderinging (modestmickey), Saturday, 28 October 2006 01:54 (seventeen years ago) link

four months pass...
the guardian did the six word thing today, using 'Proper' writers:

http://www.guardian.co.uk/weekend/story/0,,2040002,00.html

koogs, Saturday, 24 March 2007 12:10 (seventeen years ago) link

V.S. Pritchett has written some marvelous ones.

Alfred, Lord Sotosyn, Saturday, 24 March 2007 13:46 (seventeen years ago) link

DBC Pierre wins that one, hands-down.

unfished business, Saturday, 24 March 2007 13:51 (seventeen years ago) link

Hemingway - "Soldier's Home"

fife, Saturday, 24 March 2007 15:23 (seventeen years ago) link

Richard Ford not clear on the six-word concept. Or bad at it.

milo z, Saturday, 24 March 2007 15:26 (seventeen years ago) link

Honestly? Very likely Kafka's "Metamorphosis."

Rockist Scientist, Saturday, 24 March 2007 15:27 (seventeen years ago) link

There's a disturbing Evan S. Connell story involving a cow that I also like a lot, but I don't know it's name. Also some great Denton Welch short stories, names long since gone from my memory. I wish they'd reprint his short stories and his journals, that's something literary I would actually buy.

Rockist Scientist, Saturday, 24 March 2007 15:30 (seventeen years ago) link

"Night of the Gryla" by William Heinesen is pretty great too.

Rockist Scientist, Saturday, 24 March 2007 15:31 (seventeen years ago) link

What I don't like are naturalistic short stories where nothing happens, and the main character is left waiting in a train station, repeatedly sharpening a pencil.

Rockist Scientist, Saturday, 24 March 2007 15:40 (seventeen years ago) link

Looking upthread I wouldn't change my Avram Davidson answer from six years back, but partially this is a reflection of my own emphasis on reading taste having shifted pretty firmly to near-exclusively being nonfiction in a wide range; what little I read of fiction these days tends to be more of the sprawling novel-length kind. The main question is still interesting to me in that I don't think I actually have a favorite short story at all, though Davidson aside I might nominate something from Ray Bradbury's 50s/60s period if pressed (which I suppose ties in well with Dan's answer, now that I think about it!).

Ned Raggett, Saturday, 24 March 2007 15:52 (seventeen years ago) link

"feathers" - i think that's what it's called - by raymond carver. (i'll double-check the name later.) i read it on a plane, and immediately read it again because i couldn't quite believe anything could be that ... i dunno, i overuse the word "perfect", but in terms of what he's doing and what he's trying to create there, not a single word could be better used. i love pretty much everything of carver's i've read (which isn't all of it) but, woah, that's somewhere in another stratosphere.

of course, i'll discover this story i love so much isn't called "feathers" at all and then i'll look like a tit.

the greatest short story i've read recently was actually written by a very dear (and as yet unpublished) friend of mine, and is called "fallon".

grimly fiendish, Saturday, 24 March 2007 16:07 (seventeen years ago) link

What I've read of Carver's work struck me as accomplished but not for me, if that makes any sense -- sharply written portrayals of people and situations that don't resonate. It's been many years, mind you, and an older me could well have a different perspective.

Ned Raggett, Saturday, 24 March 2007 16:10 (seventeen years ago) link

I devoured a whole lot of Bradbury as a teenager, but "The Watchful Poker Chip of H. Matisse" stands out as a favorite.

lindseykai, Saturday, 24 March 2007 16:12 (seventeen years ago) link

The only one I can remember (which I rrrrreally liked) was the Roal Dahl short story on Hitler, which is featured in Kiss Kiss, I think.

nathalie, Saturday, 24 March 2007 16:18 (seventeen years ago) link

yay, more love for Dahl!

'Yesterday Was Beautiful', I think, is the realist/supernatural mini-epic about a crashing fighter pilot who suffers an out-of-body experience. It is astonishing. Similarly brilliant is 'The Sound Machine', which has one of the saddest climaxes you could hope to read.

Best of all, probably, is 'Bitch', which makes me grin and grin and grin.....

unfished business, Saturday, 24 March 2007 16:23 (seventeen years ago) link

i remember, as a teenager, going on holiday to some godforsaken part of cumbria with my folks in ... 1988, i think, 'cos the ITV telethon was on ... and spending a week in a freezing holiday cottage that, as i now remember it, sat greyly in a vast expanse of grey, as far as the eye could see. somehow i got hayfever, too.

yet despite this miasma of misery, i have fond memories of it because said cottage had a bookshelf with two collections of roald dahl's short stories; i'd not come across his adult work at that point, and it really was a woah-FUCK scales-from-the-eyes moment.

grimly fiendish, Saturday, 24 March 2007 16:43 (seventeen years ago) link

I'll tell you whose short stories are REALLY underrated...

...Isaac Asimov!

'The Billiard Ball' especially is awesomely memorable, intriguing stuff that combines plausible scientific fantasy with realist drama.

unfished business, Saturday, 24 March 2007 16:47 (seventeen years ago) link

araby

remy bean, Saturday, 24 March 2007 16:48 (seventeen years ago) link


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