Worth a Read – 2015 – January 4
I read a lot this weekend, and this literary short story stood out for me.
1. At Risk by Gabriel Talent (Narrative)
All the boys except for Jim are huddled together with hoods drawn up and hands tucked into their sleeves to keep the mosquitoes off. The girls are in their tent, twenty yards off. Hoss and I walk past the huddled boys and unzip Jim’s tent and stoop into the wet stinking darkness. The floor tarp is covered in mud, the sleeping bags are half-sodden, and it smells like the devil took a shit in there. Jim lies stretched out to his full length, with one hand over his face to keep away mosquitoes, and he makes Continue reading
Worth a Read – 2015 – January 2
So, what’s hot today?
1. #BrinkLegislation by Puneet Dutt (The Molotov Cocktail)
The bleeding man with the bird shudders again. He’s beginning to look peaceful, as if he had always belonged to the ground. It’s so natural that people walk by talking on their cell phones. A woman with three children stands and watches.
In the mood for some strange? Give this one a try. It’s lyrical, shocking, and just a bit too close to true for comfort.
2. Beacon by K. S. O’Neill (Daily Science Fiction)
How to say it? Did it matter, still, that their people had set lights on the Cape for hundreds of years? That this was how they had survived, in the days Continue reading
Worth a Read – 2015 – January 1
Now that my mini-reviews for Matt Potter’s ambitious 2014 project are finished, I thought I would turn my attention to a simpler task. One of my resolutions for 2015 is to read more. As I find works that seem particularly worth your time (provided your tastes are similar to mine, of course), I’ll post them here with a brief summary. If you’d like to join the discussion, feel free to drop a comment. If you’d like to suggest I read a particular work or author, let me know via the Contact Form. I don’t promise to post here every day, but I’ll do my best to post regularly. Subscribe if you care to, Continue reading
2014 – December 31 – A Road Through the Desert
On the 31st, we’re reading “A Road Through the Desert” by h.l. nelson.
Right now, I’m in a car, hurtling through a hot desert. Temple sometimes smiles at me like she’s the Louise to my Thelma. But we’re not alone.
We’ve been driving this way for what seems like forever. But I know that can’t be so. I remember Anne’s party as if we were still there. The Christmas tree aflame, the ice sculpture melting in the blaze, and bodies writhing everywhere.
But let me rewind a bit so I can tell the story.
Reading Manicures and Vicodin in Palm Valley is like driving too fast on a city street. At first flush it’s Continue reading
2014 – December 30 – Endings and Beginnings
On the 30th day, we’re reading “Endings and Beginnings” by Joanne Jagoda.
“Hey Cass . Aren’t you done? We should be at Denise’s soon. She wants to leave by 2 so we make it to Tahoe before dark.”
“Yeah, I’m almost finished.”
“You’re bringing way too much stuff.”
“I know Rob, but I can’t decide what to take.”
“Why are you in such a crappy mood?”
Anne Donaldson’s Year to Remember has certainly been that. We’ve been through the proverbial wringer with this woman, from her being targeted for extortion, falling in love, working with Mossad, working a sting. It was touch and go for a while for both her and her daughters. Continue reading
2014 – December 29 – Lots of Ways to Die
It’s the 29th day, and we’re reading “Lots of Ways to Die” by Vanessa Wiebler Paris.
There are lots of ways to die.
Slim Jim is remarkable for its ability to make us care deeply for a character who should be pathetic in our eyes, a victim by choice, a man who lets others walk all over him. But Jim is not pathetic. This author does a fine job of getting us into his mindset, and it’s no longer such a stretch to see ourselves in his situation. To empathize, as they say. Sure, his condition is an exaggeration of our own insecurities, but we have all made stupid decisions to sate our craving for attention or Continue reading
2014 – December 28 – Gifts
On the 28th day we’re reading “Gifts” by Kimberlee Smith.
In the kitchen, Mum has a tangled bunch of limp snakes in her hands. Taipan, Western Rattlers, and Death Adders. She shakes them loose into a cardboard box that has ‘MASTER BEDROOM’ written across it in square black letters, then looks at Etheline, who toddles toward her. Mum’s expression – pinched brow , pursed lips – says Don’t come near. This is grandmum’s work.
Backsliders, a Love Story is yet another compelling foray into serial fiction. It’s a series that is not afraid to take chances in its storytelling, while also remaining grounded in its authentic setting, thus engaging the curious tourist in me Continue reading