Of late, our library has taken to indicating which books contain short stories by putting small stickers on the spines; I wonder if this is, in small part, asking the librarian how I could find the shorts amongst the majority of long stories, all of which are simply filed alphabetically by author? Little acts...
Chattering had such a sticker and the sticker with its red lettering did an excellent job of catching my attention. Discovering the author was fourth generation deaf and the stories were told from a deaf perspective was enough to get my interest up. I grew up with close family members who were deaf, had their own language, expressions and community, I wanted to see how this was conveyed in literature.
These are vignettes rather than stories, all written in the third person. Reading them felt voyeuristic. They’re fairly brief, sketches of ongoing situations, the characters and scenarios have a random quality, vaguely sorrowful and tinged with desperation, yet always with a sense of resilience. At first they brought to mind the Charles Bukowski shorts I’d read a while back - but these are much better.
The first impression was how well she makes this work. The prose is fluid and graceful, a pleasure to read. The conversations between deaf characters is described precisely as I remember it from my childhood. Dramatic gesticulation of the hand signing, breaking the syntax down into economic essentials and disregarding the subtleties. The yearning for subtlety absent in their spoken language is touched upon in one story but there is no shortage of subtlety in Louise Stern's writing. These stories are exquisitely told, I only wished there were more.
Recommended (four and one half stars)!