*Sigh*
I wish I could write short stories like Margo Lanagan. Or at all, really.
I was lucky enough to get my hands on an advance copy of 'Yellowcake' - and I've spent the last week or so, on and off, just dipping into and out of this, her most recent collection of short stories.
Lanagan has, for a long time now, been one of my favourite practitioners of this particular writing craft; a combination of her imaginative use of language, her vivid and left-of-centre ideas, and her capacity to say so much through the gaps and silences in her writing makes her short stories into dense, sensory experiences. Readers of Lanagan's short stories will find themselves disoriented from the get-go by the language, but also by her effective use of the idea of Das Unheimlich - the uncanny.
I found this to be particularly the case with the stories in 'Yellowcake'. There is an odd familiarity which lingers behind the words of these stories, a sense that you're reading not about another world, but about a world not all that far from our own; perhaps separated by the flimsiest membrane of space/time, and not yet fully diverged.
That might not make sense to many people, I realise, but it's the best way I can describe the sensation of reading this collection. It's also the reason I'm not going to go into detail regarding specific stories in this review: to do so would be to undermine, I suspect, some of the reading pleasure.
Sadly the short story is regarded by many as a dying art, and it's a rare writer who can make them work so well. Luckily for us, Margo Lanagan is one such writer.