دیوید کروز در سال ۱۹۷۱ در ماساچوست آمریکا به دنیا آمد. او مدرس و نویسندهٔ داستان کوتاه است. کروز در کارهایش به بررسی مسائل مربوط به هویت و بیگانگی میپردازد و شخصیتهای داستانش از افرادی تشکیل میشوند که در حاشیهٔ جامعهٔ آمریکا زندگی میکنند. کروز جایزهٔ فلانری اوکانر را در سال ۲۰۰۵ به خاطر اولین مجموعه داستانش به نام «مقلد» دریافت کرد. در سال ۲۰۰۸ مجموعه داستان دیگرش به نام «آن مرد عقبی» برندهٔ جایزهٔ «ماری مککارتی» شد. او در پروژهٔ راهاندازی برنامهٔ خلاق نویسندگی در کالج چستر نیوانگلند همکاری داشت و پس از آن به دانشگاه آلاسکا بازگشت و به تدریس نویسندگی خلاق ادامه داد. کروز در ژانر کمدی نیز کتاب نوشته است و بهتازگی بیشتر روی داستانهای بلند کار میکند.
These stories explore the spaces we shy away from, particularly sex and violence and the shame that so often link them. All of these characters have secrets from each other, often from themselves, always from the reader. Early in every story from this collection is an ambiguous term, an "it" with no clear antecedent, a reference to "the hammer event" with no description immediately following. The stories always allow the reader to find and place this missing piece, and the effect almost always pays off in the end.
Eventually, though, I started wondering why Crouse doesn't just build the mystery without the pointed references to missing puzzle pieces. Other writers allow mysteries like this to unfold in a different way, more straightforwardly. Sometimes stories with a central mystery work their way to the missing puzzle pieces without referring to them ahead of time. Other times, a story might artfully misdirect readers into thinking that the moments after a crucial event were the important part, only later letting readers how crucial the preceding seconds really were. But Crouse delivers at least one, and sometimes more, explicit reference to a missing piece of the story and then charges the narrative or the characters' voice in an entirely different direction, without misdirection or subtlety. And I confess that, by the end of this collection, the technique kept frustrating me.
So it's a testament to Crouse's other skills as a writer, including his eye for poignant imagery and engaging description, that nearly all of these stories won me back. The missing puzzle pieces, often enough, were sufficiently psychologically complicated that the stories' oblique approaches to them matched the characters' struggles and hesitations over confronting them. It's easier to forgive a flashy technique of form when the form follows a character function.
For me, though, what ultimately keeps this collection from a fifth star is the fact that so many of the stories put their trauma and darkness and misery in the past, showing characters struggling to understand the trauma and to put the misery behind them. These are frequently the stories of people doing less dastardly deeds than they've done before, or were done to them in the past, and then fretting about what the milder misdeeds reveal about them. The stories' effects depend heavily upon the careful revelation of past events and how those past events impact the present. In this way, the stories are driven more by plot than by character. That's not to say the stories lack character--all of these fictions delve deeply into our complicated human psyches in a fresh and fearless way. But it would be nice if a few of these stories were placed in a chronological order. For me, it would show that Crouse trusts his characters to be interesting and compelling enough to carry the fiction on their own shoulders, without relying so heavily on the arrangement of events.
These stories really drew me in. The writing is subtle. You don’t always notice it. But the author is always working behind the scenes, creating tension and developing characters with a stunning amount of complexity. There’s a lot of layering that happens here. Some of my favorite aspects: the daughter’s perspective and the father’s melt down in “Morte Infinita.” Jonathan’s growing obsession in “Click,” the novella. And the relationship between Barbecue and Justin in “The Ugliest Boy.” I admire this author’s work and will definitely be reading more of his books.
This is written by a friend of mine who won the Flannery O'Connor award for it, so Im a bit biased. But is a honest view of the distances between desperate and lonely people