And lo, there were more short story reviews a week later! Are you impressed with me? I’m impressed with me. The theme this week (note: there is no theme) is surprisingly dark tales of violence, loss, and acceptance. (more…)
In keeping with my recent reading habits, here are four more stories I’ve read in the last month or so that made my heart do that flip-flopping thing it does when a good story waltzes by. Maybe it’s a mood I’m in, but all these stories seem to be relatively unadorned, heartfelt, and life-affirming. And very, very worth your time.
This has been one of my recent favorites. It’s a winding, world-building story about a gypsy-carnival-caravan meandering up and down the future West Coast, and the young woman who cares for their Indricothere. Because they have one of those. Named Billie. (more…)
It’s been approximately a trillion years since I wrote an actual review. In my defense, the semester started and I went on comfort reading binge and didn’t think anyone needed to hear about precisely how much I like the Vorkosigan Saga or Jonathan Strange or Anansi Boys or The Grapes of Wrath. But I have managed to slip a few excellent, odd, wondrous short stories between the cracks. Not all of these are especially recent, but WHATEVER MAN. (more…)
This is the kind of all-encompassing, generalized sentiment that True Readers would never express, but I want you to understand how unqualified I am to review a short story. In middle school I read them only when cornered—when a favorite author was involved, or when I was on vacation and had nothing left but a Bradbury collection. They all left me cold, or confused, or frustrated, like a kid peering through a frosted window onto a scene she doesn’t understand. How could I care about these people? I just met them. Or worse, now I care about these people and it’s over. (more…)