More historical short fiction from Jim Shepard.
"The Zero Meter Diving Team" is a first person, present tense account (but a present tense account that moves to past tense for most of the story) of Boris Yakovlevich Prushinsky, chief engineer of the Dept. of Nuclear Energy. HIs younger brother, Mikhail, was a turbine engineer working at the Chernobyl reactor on 26 April 1986, when its core melted down. Prushinsky indicts Soviet bureaucracy as well as his own aloofness regarding his family, especially his doomed brother. Shepard's trademark humor, dry and biting, is displayed to full effect, as with, "Our school's directed all their efforts to inculcating industriousness (somewhat successfully), obedience (fairly successfully), and toadyism (very successfully)."
"Proto-Scorpions of the Silurian" is a first person, present tense account from the POV of an anonymous 7th grade boy who is sick at home, playing cards with his brother while his mother and father stage a minor argument about an article the father is sure he saved and equally sure his wife threw out. The brother has already been institutionalized once, something involving fits of blinding anger. Shepard is famously opposed to epiphany in stories, and this one shows that. His father asks him if he wants to help his brother or not.
"So you wanta help him," he wants to know.
"Yeah," I tell him, tearing up.
"Well then why don't you help him?" he wants to know.
Because there's what we want, and what we do, I'd figured out, even then.
"You want to help him?" he asks again.
"Not really," I tell him, sitting there. Not really, I tell myself, now.
"Hadrian's Wall" is the first person, present tense account of Felicius Victor, scribe for special services of the over-extended 20th Cohort, serving in Britannia on Hadrian's Wall. His father is a retired soldier finding it difficult to live on a soldier's pension, and so pitifully trying to re-enlist. He is negligent on watch duty one night and allows a breach of the wall by raiding Britons. Centurions exact their usual ten-fold vengeance the next day, but Felicius is disenchanted with everything about the empire. Rome's genius, he says, is it's ability to turn brother against brother and father against son--"Since what could have been easier than that?"
In "Trample the Dead, Hurdle the Weak," Shepard returns to contemporary society for this story of macho football culture in a Texas high school. A player named Royce is convinced a player on a rival team is his half-brother, last name Corey, via his dad who left when Royce was two. The teams might play each other in the tournament, but in the meanwhile he does things like look up all the Coreys in the Beaumont area, and call the three numbers the operator gives him. Shepard works back and forth between Texas high school football, pitiless and brutal, and this young man's unanswered questions about his father, his half-brother, and himself.
Ernst Shaefer is the first person narrator of "Ancestral Legacies," a present tense account of Operation Tibet, an effort of the Nazis, consisting entirely of Shaefer and one assistant, to locate the core of the Nordic-Aryan linguistic legacy in the Himalayans, and, oh yes, incite the Tibetan army against British troops. Instead, they are haunted and stalked by yeti, a species which Shaefer believes is mythical, merely the most recent manifestation of part of Himmler's occultist babble. With his assistant, Beger, crippled in an accident and slowly dying of infection, and his sherpas growing more distant, literally, as Shaefer drives them deeper into yeti territory, the odds of a happy end dwindle, though not before some of Shaefer's hardened opinions about racial superiority have softened ever so slightly.
"Pleasure Boating in Lituya Bay" is another first person, present tense story. The narrator, a man, wants no more children, though his wife does. He already has enough difficulty speaking with his one child, a son, and his own childhood, comprising two abandonments and one disaster, complicates matters. Concerning an earthquake-generated tsunami in Alaska's Lituya Bay in 1958, Shepard captures the terror of the world's tallest recorded wave, an incredible 1,720 feet, in his unique voice:
"A day or two later, the geologists started arriving. No one believed the height of the wave at first. People thought any devastation that high on the slopes had to have been caused by landslides. But they came around."
Other stories, equally fine, concern a doomed expedition to south-central Australia in 1840, Aeschylus, the Soviet initiative in the 1960s to have the first female in space, a desultory summer camp that includes the teen protagonist of "Proto-Scorpions," and, finally, the story of Charles-Henri Sanson, latest in a long line of French executioners, who unluckily serves in that role during both the monarchy and the Terror. I'll close with a quote from this last story, "Sans Farine," that describes the execution of an attempted regicide.
"No one had been quartered in France since Ravaillac, more than a century before. I went to my father, who said he had no advice to give. I offered to resign my commission, but my grandmother summoned my uncle, executioner of Reims, to steady me. Our assistants were to handle the preliminaries, and on the appointed day drank until they could barely stand. They tottered between the instruments while the crowd jeered at their fumblings and shouted abuse. The hand that held the knife was severed and boiling oil and lead were poured into the wound. The man's screams were such that we could not hear each others instructions. Then the horses only dislocated his limbs without separating them from the trunk. The executioner's sword lodged in one of his shoulder joints. I had to run and find an axe."