So I've been going on and on about how I've had it with the real-world, Raymond Carver scripted stories being churned out by workshops and published in The New Yorker. To quote John Cheever (from the late '40's via N.S.M.) "I want to write short stories like I want to fuck a chicken." My feeling is that I want to read mainstream short stories like I want to get intimately involved with farm fowl.
Thank you Publisher's Weekly for realizing the zeitgeist. Read all the way to the bottom to see
verb_noire 's mention in the cover story.
Thank you Publisher's Weekly for realizing the zeitgeist. Read all the way to the bottom to see
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*looks around the room*
What I really want is a house keeper.
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All of O'Connor's stories are houses.
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Interesting read. I feel challenged if my head would stop wanting to blow up, the pieces crawling off into dark corners.
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In fact, an East Indian fellow just walked in with a lovely accent. *g* It's funny too how I take this for granted -- our customer service was recenty moved to High Point, NC and just yesterday one of the ladies called me and, in her thick accent, complained she couldn't understand "that man" (he's Asian). I laughed and said he had called me complaining he couldn't understand a word *she* said.
Wait...there is a university that burns books?!! HOLY smoking frejoles. That's frightening.