I think I mentioned this somewhere else, but I'd never read Beattie, even though it feels like I spent most of the nineties in writing programs trying to figure out what to do with the legacy of dirty realism (the programs and me both trying to figure it out-- syntactic ambiguity can be your friend). I'm not sure what I expected out of this, but since Susan Lohafer seemed so enamored with her, I thought I'd give Beattie a whirl, and I'm glad I did....
The stories aren't what I expected, given my experience with Carver and Mason. I recognize the flatness of the language and the connection with the other two of the unholy trinity, but it sort of resonates differently here-- I think this might be because this is a weird collection for Beattie, with unusual characters?-- but it was less that these characters had limited emotional vocabularies than they just talked this way, as if they were suppressing, rather than at the limits of their expressive range. But I'm more interested in the stories themselves which were, on first reading at least, really complex, fragmentary, and oddly shaped. I liked a lot of them, I like stories that come in odd shapes and start and end in unlikely places-- there's a real deliberate attempt here to make something artful out of these otherwise artless, prosy lives. And maybe that's what I found most surprising-- the shapes are so willful, so strange, that to me the stories moved well out of the realm of pretty much any sort of realism I know and into a totally different, transformed kind of reading experience-- maybe it leads more to someone like Amy Hempl (who is herself another student of Lish, but really, who isn't-- they proved it on an episode of Law and order: CI) but it was really different than what I expected.
So, I really liked this book, even when I didn't totally understand it, and I suspect that if I were to read all these stories again, I might like it even more. A solid collection.