A real pro gives us some great stories!
I’m a sucker for short story collections, and I so often hit gold. And I did here! Wow. I loved a few, liked a bunch, said meh to a couple. But overall, it was a great collection—I mean, I really like this author’s style—her captivating language, plot, and characters. Just wait till you read some of the quotes, below—just wowser. (Permission to skip to the quotes if you can’t stand to wait, lol.).
I’ve been curious about this writer ever since I heard Ann Patchett praise her. Apparently, they were at a writer’s retreat together and became bosom buddies. I could just see them drinking tea together while joyfully critiquing each other’s work in little cabins buried in some lush rainforest. Any friend of Ann is a friend of mine, lol. No, seriously, if Ann Patchett likes her writing and I like Ann Patchett so much, it only makes sense that I’d like Elizabeth McCracken. She is one smart cookie—and a born storyteller.
Joy Jar
-Quirky characters who let you in on what they’re thinking. Great little character studies.
-Chiseled sentences. The language is SO good!
-The stories made me stop and think. Little nuggets of wisdom tossed in here and there.
-Even though many of the stories didn’t have real closure, I liked how they showed splices of rich, off-kilter life.
-Quirky and intriguing storylines.
-There’s an off-beat couple, Jack and Sadie, who appear in four of the 12 stories. I liked seeing them at different times of their life.
-Learned a bunch of new words, which is always fun as long as the book isn’t overrun with SAT words. It wasn’t, here—the author sprinkled in the perfect amount.
-The first story made me conduct a survey (see Complaint Board)—fun fun fun!
-My very favorite story was “Robinson Crusoe at the Waterpark.”
Complaint Board:
-Occasionally the author is borderline too heady.
-The images are usually good, but occasionally they’re too much—at those times, it seems the author gets carried away with trying to describe objects too well, too creatively, too Iowa grad-school-y. Or maybe too writer’s retreat-y.
-In the opening story, “The Irish Wedding,” there’s an American slang phrase that is sort of pivotal. I didn’t know the phrase, so when the main character cracked up, I didn’t know why. I was left out of the joke. She did give its meaning when she calmed down, but I had missed the point of her laughing, which sort of ruined the story for me. It seemed wrong for the author to pick a phrase that wasn’t known by all Americans. (And what if this story is published in other countries? The phrase will be lost on them, too.) However, on the upside, I frantically surveyed everyone I know to see if they knew the phrase—I always love me a good survey, and I love the conversations that happen at survey time. I’m blown away that most people had heard of the phrase. How did I miss it? (I know I’ve gotten you all curious now, but let me say the phrase is really sophomoric and stupid!) I could have lived my whole life and never missed knowing this phrase. Authors: please don’t put it in a story! It wasn’t fun that I had a complaint about the very first story; it had me worried about future tales. (It turned out that this was the only story that made me complain, thank god.)
I just spent an hour transcribing some of my favorite passages—a real kick because I got to hear some golden sentences again. The list of quotes was hugundous, so I made myself pick just ten. Fat chance! I hate when I don’t obey myself, but I had to sneak in an extra. I wanted to ignore my rule of 10 altogether and go hog wild—the hell with my stupid rule! But, sigh, my review is already way too long!
Quotes:
“Outside of the car the rain was friendlier than it had been on the car windows, over friendly, wet and insinuating, running its fingers through their hair and down the backs of their collars.”
“What could be sadder in a marriage than incompatible feelings about bagpipes?”
“It struck him as feeble-minded, to stare at the throats and tails of birds for a flush or flash, just so you could name them.”
“David was not superstitious except in this way: he liked to feel lucky.”
“Gravity is hilarious, until it kills you.”
“…pessimism is a form of cowardice…”
“My apartment had only a small fiberglass shower I had to fit myself into, as though it were a science fiction pod that transported me to nowhere…”
“How can it be that I felt like this, over so little? It was as though I’d rubbed two sticks together and they’d detonated in my lap.”
“He was a lifelong shrugger. It was the genuflection of the devout fuckup.”
“The time that living with another person took up! The small talk! The politeness! Life alone was banal, too, but at least the banality wasn’t narrated.”
“A radio station was another way grown-ups could talk to you without ever having to listen.”
I thank Ann Patchett for leading me to this fantastic short-story writer. Believe me, this won’t be the last thing I read by her.
Thanks to NetGalley for the advance copy.