A collection as dazzling as the laser-cut hardback cover: a trio of short stories, followed by 100 versions of the end of the world. Lucy Corin gives us a work filled with ideas, humor, and a hundred dark hearts.
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"Godzilla Versus the Smog Monster": "There's an old donkey who lives with a pony in a post-and-rail paddock with a little wooden shelter. When they pass the paddock, the donkey is lying in the snow, curled like a dog on a hearth, and the pony is standing over it. Gray donkey, white pony, dark rail fence, pale, pale sky."
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"A Hundred Apocalypses"
"Library": "You can get away with almost anything by nodding and asking an honest question. People love it when you don't know something. That's something to contribute to society."
"Venn Diagram": "Her fear in the night was that her success made her like so many successful people she disdained, but she made a good case that she was exceptional. She thought people were only seeing the parts of her that were like other successful people, but the parts left over from that were actually the good parts. The parts left over for the successful people she knew were the bad parrts. That lemon in the middle, the shady part of the Venn diagram--what was that? That was success. After the apocalypse she was dead anyway, but her work remained. Survivors crowded around it. Everything was black, but it glowed white. They discarded the part that had been the lemon because one thing's for sure: everything had changed. They looked at what was left, and some of them wondered if this could be the new now. They remembered the stuff they'd always secretly loved or hated. One of them, a man, picked it up by the edge, lifted one crescent moon of it from the other, hooked it to his belt loop. This could be my ticket, he thought. Idiot."
"Body": "The father put ointment on her eyes and closed the lids. Next is a line about the father that I can't write. Next is a line about the mother. Next is a line about there and not there."
"Mindless": "When the globe that meant the world to me fell from my hands and burst, I left the room, and when my love, or whatever I meant by her, came into the room accidentally, she saw that the air conditioning was like those videos of rock bands in vacant fields, deserts, with their hats, rocky outcroppings of emotions, no one listening out there but the fans."