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"No contemporary writer creates characters more appealing, or examines them with greater acuity and forgiveness."—Michael Chabon
"Fowler's witty writing is a joy to read."—USA Today
In her moving and elegant new collection, New York Times bestseller Karen Joy Fowler writes about John Wilkes Booth's younger brother, a one-winged man, a California cult, and a pair of twins, and she digs into our past, present, and future in the quiet, witty, and incisive way only she can.
The sinister and the magical are always lurking just below the surface: for a mother who invents a fairy-tale world for her son in "Halfway People"; for Edwin Booth in "Edwin's Ghost," haunted by his fame as "America's Hamlet" and his brother's terrible actions; for Norah, a rebellious teenager facing torture in "The Pelican Bar" as she confronts Mama Strong, the sadistic boss of a rehabilitation facility; for the narrator recounting her descent in "What I Didn't See."
With clear and insightful prose, Fowler's stories measure the human capacities for hope and despair, brutality and kindness. This collection, which includes two Nebula Award winners, is sure to delight readers, even as it pulls the rug out from underneath them.
Karen Joy Fowler (karenjoyfowler.com) is the author of five novels, including Wit's End, PEN/Faulkner finalist Sister Noon, and New York Times bestseller The Jane Austen Book Club. Her collection Black Glass won the World Fantasy Award. Fowler and her husband, who have two grown children, live in Santa Cruz, California.
209 pages, ebook
First published January 1, 2002
You can always tell a cult from a religion, she said, because a cult is just a set of rules that lets certain men get laid.Words of wisdom...
—p.75
You had to wonder sometimes just how smart our mothers were.Ambiguous.
—p.93
{...}I didn't think of myself as unengaged from the world so much as careful in it.This one gave me vibes like Pat Murphy's amazing genre-crossing novel The Falling Woman—oh, and Fowler's story was pretty good too.
—p.117
"It's not everyone who has a submarine."Truer words were never spoken. I've rambled about how often the romantic notion of a personal submarine crops up in fiction—from Yellow Submarine to Matt Ruff's Sewer Gas and Electric—but Fowler's version comes across as the most likely yet.
—p.129
There now, child. This is the wrong time to go to sleep. Maura is about to fall in love.This fable of swans and men felt familiar, but I think that's because I read someone else's retelling in another venue, not too long ago.
—p.143
Even now some of the classics remain hard for me.I know that emotion too. This brief glimpse may not be autobiographical, but its intimate look at a writer's childhood certainly feels that way. After "King Rat" and its condensed intensity, I better understood why Fowler chose this, rather than the title tale, to round off her collection.
—p.195