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A collection of innovative and ambitious short stories from a visionary young literary artist
In The Dominant Animal—Kathryn Scanlan’s adventurous, unsettling debut collection—compression is key. Sentences have been relentlessly trimmed, tuned, and teased for maximum impact, and a ferocious attention to rhythm and sound results in a palpable pulse of excitability and distress. The nature of love is questioned at a golf course, a flower shop, an all-you-can-eat buffet. The clay head of a man is bought and displayed as a trophy. Interior life manifests on the physical plane, where characters—human and animal—eat and breathe, provoke and injure one another.
With exquisite control, Scanlan moves from expansive moods and fine afternoons to unease and violence—and also from deliberate and generative ambiguity to shocking, revelatory exactitude. Disturbances accrue as the collection progresses. How often the conclusions open—rather than tie—up. How they twist alertly. No mercy, a character says—and these stories are merciless and strange and absolutely masterful.
161 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 7, 2020
"His boyhood mornings had been sharp and bright. They'd woken him like a poke. He would pack a sandwich and run to the woods. He'd stay all day. Home was no place to be. He watched the ducks and deer and squirrels and songbirds. He wanted to touch them all -- so he brought his rifle" (29).I liked these more. I don't know why. They were certainly less funny. But I think they felt more realized and, somehow, authentic. Like, I didn't feel that she was trying to upset me just to upset me.
"I lifted the shovel above my head and held it there. I picture the person who could do this -- someone stronger than I was. This person would hit the cat's head -- hard -- with the flat back of the shovel. If a second hit was needed, or a third, fourth, fifth, this person -- let's be clear, this man -- would ignore the blood" (110).
"Handled properly, a good stone would jug happily, prettily, across the surface until exhausted. As the men understood it, the trick was to hold the thing lightly -- tenderly -- and then, with a swift jerk, send it spinning" (126).