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The Year in Stuff We Liked: Patchwork Novels

This week, in lieu of a BEST OF 2011 series, we’re running five stories focused on Stuff We Liked in 2011.

I like small things that fit with other small things to make big things. Small things by themselves are, quite honestly, kind of irritating. For example, I’ve always really appreciated flash fiction as a concept, but not always in practice, as some writers—and I’m speaking rather generally, here—think that since flash fiction is about the distillation of a story and all its elements—rather than reduction—that their final product should be so emotionally charged, so saddening or stupefying that the reader must be moved, this mistake often resulting in a hammy story that has one or two dead toddlers and three or four White Nuclear families ruined. I really do believe that, when you get right down to it (is that a Midwestern colloquialism? I love that phrase), it’s often more difficult to write an effecting or arresting short piece than a longer one with the same elements and characters and conflicts.

But when you remove these short-short pieces from isolation, when you group them with other short-short or long-short or short-long pieces that involve the same characters and places and concepts, the sum can be, pardon the cliche, greater than its parts. And for rather obvious reasons: vignettes with their own story arcs—or even just cogent beginnings and ends—are bound to resonate more with the reader. There are no chapters that merely move the plot along or fill space; everything has its place on merit.  Continue reading

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Reading the Screen

Um, is anyone surprised? It’s recently been reported that Summit Entertainment, the studio behind the Twilight saga, has optioned Erin Morgenstern’s The Night Circus, slated for 2013. While I’m sort of offended that the two books-cum-films share an identical fan base (since I believe that Morgenstern is, if not a phenomenal writer herself, then at least a far better writer than Meyer), it makes sense, of course. Magic, sex, and pallor. These seem to be the new sex, drugs, and rock and roll, so a movie seemed on the mark, really.

What surprised me more was news that Evan Mandery’s unconventional love story Q was so quickly getting the same glitzy treatment, if I may be so bold as to call the director of an upcoming Jonah Hill bomb “glitzy.” The point is, you can’t blink without one of your recent reads becoming part of your Netflix queue. And it’s fun trying to see which will be the next domino to fall.

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Justin Torres’ “We the Animals”

In Justin Torres’ deceptively slim debut novel We the Animals, a heartbreaking stasis reigns over a family in upstate New York.  A Puerto Rican man, his white wife, and their three sons are, for lack of a sounder cliche, just trying to get by.

We the Animals, at least in this reviewer’s mind, has a lot working against it: an autobiographical first-person plural novel—that’s not as light-hearted or baldly clever as Joshua Ferris’ Then We Came to the End—that checks in at only 128 pages; a plot-line woven together by a haphazard chronology, moments and memories pasted together in a way that seems, well, sloppy; moments of isn’t-this-a-clever-sentence? mirror-gazing—…what he was doing was this: making us a salad (Just say, “He was making us a salad!”); and a swerve ending that, at first glance, seems like a trick, the sort of gratuitous carpet-pulling that ought to be excised in a second draft.

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#fridayreads

Whether you’re travelin’, holed up in the soon-to-be-flooded northeast, or just want an excuse to sit still as a corpse this Friday, here’s what will captivate you on the first day of autumn.

Justin Torres’ We the Animals
Torres’ debut novel has been hailed by basically everyone—and with good reason. It’s as affecting, gripping, and intelligent as anything you’ll read in 2011.

Michael Lewis’ Moneyball
Perhaps you’ve heard about the movie? Lewis’ classic sets the modern standard as far as baseball books go, finding story-within-story-within-story. Whether it’s Oakland’s unlikely draft choice Jeremy Brown, the shockingly serviceable first baseman Scott Hatteberg, or submariner (and former member of my Chicago White Sox) Chad Bradford, Lewis tells each story with remarkable swiftness and command.

Macy Halford’s “The Art of Fielding: Soul-Building”
In case all of the other hype surrounding Chad Harbach’s bestseller hasn’t swallowed you yet, New Yorker bloggers are book-clubbing it! Halford has some interesting thoughts about the book’s true engine, and a wonderful excerpt from a tremendously emotional scene. (Warning: der spoiler ahead!)

Maria Bustillos’ “I Love You Christopher Hitchens, You Irritating Bastard”
An extremely long look at one of our generation’s great minds. Bustillos doesn’t spare Hitchens, acknowledging his more specious stances and moral failings.

John Cheever’s “The Swimmer” (No link—go to the library, you lazy so-and-so’s)
Arguably Cheever’s greatest short fiction work. A friend emailed it to me this week, and I’m convinced it’s the best way to celebrate the passing of another beautiful summer.

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