Proposals for the Recovery of the Apparently Drowned by Michael Sheehan

by Michael Sheehan

Fiction. Somewhere in Las Vegas, an agoraphobic is too preoccupied by a TBS marathon broadcast of Gilligan's Island to notice that a nuclear apocalypse transpires just outside his shuttered windows; a father unknowingly captures an unspeakable horror in the periphery of his camcorder footage while recording daughter's birthday party on his spanking-new RCA VBT200; a socialite is so embarrassed by breaking a heel that she would rather self-induce suspended animation than face possible ridicule from her friends. In his debut collection, Michael Sheehan's tales of obsession make the familiar strange and the strange familiar, recalling the staggering capacity of David Foster Wallace and presenting a fresh spin on the traditions of Barth and Barthelme, Gass and Gaddis.

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First published January 1, 2012

Reviews

[Bob Wake · Rating 5 out of 5]

The four short stories that comprise Michael Sheehan’s Proposals for the Recovery of the Apparently Drowned are ambitious and often darkly amusing fictions that adroitly mesh genre-busting experimental writing and rock-solid literary instincts. While each story succeeds well enough on its own ingeniously devised terms, the title story is perhaps the strongest in the collection. Stripped of the hypertextual footnotes and pop culture references that function as metafictional ballast in the other stories collected here, “Proposals for the Recovery of the Apparently Drowned” is instead a tightly composed narrative about the mounting internalized horror of a woman plunged into a coma-like state of “conscious paralysis” after stumbling and falling outside of a New York dance club. Passages of dryly delivered historical documentation on “suspended animation” are woven directly into the text and add to the story’s powerful effect. Sheehan never pushes the existential metaphor of an unmoored and despairing Beckettian consciousness, allowing us to intimately share the protagonist’s dislocation:

Deep inside herself, willing her body limp and empty and motionless and withdrawing every bit of her true self inside, away, acutely aware of everything around her and through this awareness focused more and more on nothing but staying still, hidden.

The final story, “September,” is the longest in the collection and its hilarious over-the-top self-indulgence is clearly intended as an homage to the influential writer for whom the story is dedicated: David Foster Wallace (1962-2008). Sheehan cleverly glosses aspects of Wallace’s Infinite Jest (the novel’s apocalyptic tennis court game of Eschaton—which also inspired the Decemberists’ video for their “Calamity Song”—becomes an epic round of Civilization in Sheehan’s story). More than mere parody, Sheehan’s “September” finds its own rhythms and drug-fueled conspiratorial compulsions, and the story’s final section (dated September 12, 2008, the date of Wallace’s death) is heartbreakingly beautiful as writing and as eulogy.

[Chris Norbury · Rating 3 out of 5]

Cutting edge short story style and technique. A fair amount of stream of consciousness, extended sentences, jumping around between dates and characters. Story plots were unique enough to stick in my memory, especially the one about a nuclear holocaust and the TV show "Gilligan's Island."

Sheehan is a talented writer and I'd be willing to read any work of his I happen to come across.

[Aaron Kent · Rating 3 out of 5]

Review pending on this one. I want to praise it on some levels and call it out on other facets.