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150 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 1924
At the far end, against the wall, there was a tall, slender pear tree in fullest, richest bloom; it stood perfect, as though becalmed against the jade-green sky. Bertha couldn’t help feeling, even from this distance, that it had not a single bud or a faded petal. Down below, in the garden beds, the red and yellow tulips, heavy with flowers, seemed to lean upon the dusk.Mansfield’s stories are called ‘impressionistic’, modernist and inspired by Anton Chekhov, who she almost deified and strongly identified herself with – suffering both from the same illness and equally afflicted with a sense of frustrated urgency to write their innovative prose before their lives would be cut short. Her style and the nature of her stories, highlighting unexpected details and shifts in ordinary lives, reminded me of Alice Munro’s. Whatever categories apply to her writing however, to me this are quintessential short stories: within a few pages the reader gets a glimpse of a miniaturized universe, visually and psychologically suggestive, focalizing on the interior life of the protagonist, things unsaid leaving plenty of room for (multiple) interpretation.
