This was a weird year for me. My thoughts about the stories in the collection were more complex, which is probably a good thing. Though I also argued with them more, too.
I also found Heidi Pitlor’s introduction this year, comparing first and second person narration and tying it to looking for connection in ultra-individual, capitalistic society, to be a little bit tepid. Ah well. Maybe 2024 will speak to me more.
As for guest editor Min Jin Lee, she wrote a long intro to her reading and writing life, very becoming for a modern Victorian-style novelist. :P I’ve not read Lee’s short fiction, but I applaud her focus on the “little guy” honorable mention stories, and the shoe-string publications which give so many writers (yours truly included) their starts. Usually only the big wig litmags make it into the top 20 stories, but check out the back of the book!
Anywho. In chronological order, here are the stories that stuck out most to me.
“His Finest Moment” by Tom Bissell (Zyzzva). There’s something so irritating about this story for how obvious it is—man sexually assaults someone, man faces consequences, goes into a “poor me” routine with only the slightest attempt at trying to understand the situation. Which makes me think, how many acclaimed male authors are actually so obtuse about the reasons behind their behavior, and also the true interiority of the (usually) women they force themselves on? A reminder that literary fiction writers aren’t always as empathetic in real life as the studies say. And I have to think that dudebro writers, with their emotion-allergic novels, are the most obvious examples of that.
“Camp Emeline” by Taryn Bowe (Indiana Review). In this tale about a family who lost someone, and uses the medical malpractice lawsuit money to open up a camp for disabled kids, a young woman makes an unusual connection with a drifting older guy. There’s a nice and long build up of the world at play, a poignant tale of loss and looking for connection in strange climes with similarly broken people.
“The Master Mourner” by Benjamin Ehrlich (The Gettysburg Review). Gravitating towards the ultra-Jewish stories. /bias It’s a modern Orthodox American setting about a young boy’s uncomfortable response to a Holocaust survivor who acts as an official mourner in the community. The ending is a little abrupt, not quite sure what to make of it. Maybe it’s a reminder that even Holocaust trauma can’t change Bernie Bernstein’s slight creepiness. For the protagonist’s mourning father, Bernstein is this character who allows him to stay in the in-between stage of grief. For our main character, a young boy to teenager, Bernstein’s presence makes him even more alone.
“Annunciation” by Lauren Groff (The New Yorker.) Such an unsettling story about a young girl who feels cast off by her family, taking a temp job that puts her in contact with so much personal and systemic brokenness, her traumatized land lady who removed the vocal chords from her dog who was later sent to the pound, and a traumatized co-worker caught in the crosshairs of the protagonist’s youthful self-righteousness. If there’s any feral struggling with gods to admire, to twist something from the story, it’s in the narrator’s ability to live cheaply and romanticize her first home away from home. Something that may stick out to others, like me, dealing with financial insecurity.
“The Muddle” by Sana Krasikov (The New Yorker.) Mixed feelings because there’s a lot going on in this story—significant backstory is in play to explain the relationship between Shura and Alonya. There’s a lot of hyper-specific Soviet references as well—cultural identities ranging from Jewish, ethnic Ukrainian and Russian. Shura the Jew relocated to the Americas and Alonya the ethnic Ukrainian married to a Russian, have very different opinions on the current Russia/Ukraine war. They also go back and forth, criticizing western ideas. The disagreements grow more fraught during the war, when peoples’ lives are on the line. It’s been awhile since I’ve read Sana Krasikov, who has always focused on this area and these identities. I’m interested to read any upcoming work.
“My Brother William” by Danica Li (The Iowa Review). The protagonist tracks her enigmatic relationship with her brother on and off for several decades. There’s a lot of passive voice, unsurprisingly, given the time span. But I found myself intrigued by the central relationship, and contemporary questions asked about the nature of reality, physical and virtual.
“Compromisos” by Manuel Munoz (Electric Literature.) A man grapples with his sexuality and how he perceives his family obligations. All relationships have baggage in this deftly told story, which ends with the protagonist witnessing the dynamics between his straight, teenage son and a girlfriend.
“Supernova” by Kosiso Ugwueze (New England Review). More mixed feelings. The author spoke in contributor notes about wanting to capture someone who didn’t react to stress in understandable ways. If there’s any rational explanation, it seems like Isioma, who is captured by militants looking for ransom and barely reacts to this state of events, has a psychiatric condition that her family, friends and therapist don’t want to see. Does that mean it’s difficult for me to feel for Isioma when her numbness doesn’t come from nurture events like the kidnapping or her parents’ abandonment? Maybe. There’s two stories here, one about Nigeria and one about the character. But the character is a closed book. Maybe she should be allowed that courtesy, but yeesh. It’s a tough sell for a character reader! :P
“It Is What It Is” by Azareen Van der Vliet Oloomi (Electric Literature.) The cat lover in me is a little annoyed that this isn’t a more realistic story about adopting a cat whose family suddenly died. The cat is a device though some of her behaviors mirror reality. I suppose this is an allegory for the rest of the story, too. Some of the trauma: the pandemic, the backstory about lost family in Iran, feel rooted in reality, though internally/emotionally conveyed. Other aspects, like the rending of the world in the bathroom and at the lake, are more metaphorical. But by this point, the hyperbolic nature of the story is set, and the themes of loss and longing for a vanished home are very poignant.
“Moon” by Esther Yi (The Paris Review). The first chapter of a book, and it feels incomplete on its own. Still, I like the uncomfortable look into obsession—and how the doctored performances of celebrities, online and off, lead to fake feelings of intimacy. The nonsensical dialogue of the boy band in question is off putting, unless you’re deep into the obsession like the protagonist is, I guess! :P