I read The Watch back when it first came out, pushed on to me by my college creative writing professor. I was wowed by the extremity that didn't fall into the violence or destitution of Southern Gothic, and I am tempted at some point to get back into that book. I'd seen other stories pop up by Bass here and there, like in Gordon Lish's The Quarterly, as he was evidently one of Lish's darlings, and I had read "Field Events," from this collection, there. But overall I lost track.
So just recently I had a Where Are They Now? moment and decided to look up Bass, and of course I found the question had been turned to Where Were YOU, Dude?, as I saw there was a host of Bass I had simply never bothered finding.
This collection of three extended short stories (novellas?) shows, for two-thirds of it, the style that put Bass so quickly on the map. There is a bombasticism of character, extremity of situation, that borders the speculative but doesn't trip itself into that wide country. In "Field Events," for example, two behemoth brothers who can carry around their Volkswagen Bug when bored come across and even larger behemoth, a man who like to carry cows around on his shoulders. Strange, but seemingly plausible. But also, Bass keeps his characters amazingly positive. Mahatma Joe, the title character of the first story, is a Christian zealot in a small town in Montana but has a true joy about him. The family who takes in the uber-behemoth is a wounded family of sorts, as is their find, and the story works towards healing. So there is a kind of optimism in the face of a wild, chaotic world going on.
But the only thing that kept me from fully embracing these stories was something I didn't catch onto until I'd gotten into the third and title story, which starts off in that style, with a couple who rather violently break up on a regular basis until Harley is bidden to visit a friend of his to speak to his class, and the story takes quite a turn into something a little less stylistic but more immersive. It was then that the previous stories had lacked full visual power for me, that Bass had wowed me with the prospect of people carrying cows on their shoulders, or skating on melting ice, but I hadn't fully been there with him, while in "Platte River" I was SO present on the story's central fishing trip.
Yet, the title story fell completely flat for me at the very end, where it took almost a quirky-independent-film route, jumping off into a future well off the timeline to a resolution that felt exterior to everything. I scooped up some more collections I had clearly overlooked over the years, but I am wondering if Bass ever finds a way to balance these extremes.