I think I have a new author to add to my favorites after reading this, my second Winterson book. (Weight was the other, you can see my review here. While I did not love Weight, there were things Winterson did with language that I enjoyed immensely. With this set of short stories, she takes that use of language and gives life to a variety of subjects, from insecure pet parents to cheating husbands to the life of a lesbian. In addition, she handles the change of protagonist so very well that one could easily think this was a book written by several people rather than one talented author.
Her use of phrasing is amazing and shows up all over the place, stringing together analogies in a way that reminds me quite a bit of Margaret Atwood, though I don't want to draw a direct comparison, which is not fair to either of them. A few examples, taken completely out of context:
"I made him walk on a lead and he jumped for joy, the way creatures do, and children do, and adults don't do, and spend their lives wondering where the leap went."
"It takes some time for the [dead] body to stop playing house."
"Luggage. Heaven or Hell in the hereafter will be luggage or the lack of it. The ones who recognized that love is enough and that possessions are borrowed pastimes, will float free through the exit sign, their arms ready to hug their friends, their toothbrush in their pocket. The ones who stayed up late, gathering and gathering like demented bees, will find that you can take it with you. The joke is that you have to carry it yourself."
"The Grim Reaper came to call. He took her husband from the bed but left the weekend chicken on the shelf."
I could fill a whole review with nothing but a few pull quotes and still have many more in the book that I think are examples of her find writing style. It is not rolling, sprawling prose like others who play with words. You can see that by these examples. Rather, it is the usage of common terms, put together in a way that makes them jump out of the page and into your brain, that I find engaging. I think that most readers will find that, too.
The stories themselves are all very short--I don't think any one of them goes on for more than twenty pages, if that--so if there is a particular story you don't care for, you've not lost a lot of time in the reading. There is also a frequent theme of having some sort of speculative element, which surprised me. Not science fiction, let's all go in a spaceship style spec fiction, but things that one could not call natural. I guess if you don't start out writing spec fiction, it's okay to dabble in it from time to time.
I liked all of them, with the exception of Holy Matrimony, about a world where the symbols of marriage are ruined, which I thought was only okay. My favorites:
"The 24 Hour Dog", which opens the anthology, features and owner that can't stand the innocence of a pet, and the knowledge burns his/her soul. The first quote I pulled came from this one.
"The Poetics of Sex", about a pair of lesbians who life a stylized life, set in an interview where the interviewer asks all the most inane questions of a gay person but the interviewee ignores them, and tells the story she wishes to tell.
"The Three Friends" which is an adult fairy tale, as well as "Orion" where Winterson tells the story of Orion and Artemis from a modern perspective, and does the job very well.
"Newton" is one of the spec stories, told about a town that takes Cartesian reductionism to an extreme, leaving the narrator to be befuddled and confused as he tries to react normally and read his Camus in peace.
"Psalms" closes the anthology with the story of a girl raised by a fundie Christian mother, who makes her buy a turtle and name it Psalms, so that she will be reminded all the time to be more religious. Sadly, like any prophet, Psalms' life is cut short in its prime.
Again, there are lots of good stories in here, and it was hard to choose the ones I liked best. If I were to do this review again tomorrow, Atlantic Crossing, a story of failing to take a chance at love, might make the list. Or perhaps the story of a man who is the only one left allowed to dream. This is a great book of short stories that I think deserves a nice winter afternoon with a hot cup of tea. (Library, 12/07)