I recently participated in the exercise of volumes of short stories, wherever I go. If I were on the metro or tram, with a medical appointment or in the queue for an indefinite period, or simply in the hope that some pages could reject me sleep, I have a story. But when I came with this short invention is ideal for situations such as this, I am increasingly convinced that they are simply perfect. It is possible that the youngest of the author of the article.
Without doubt one of the joyful discovery that I as a professional drive is the only pleasure, short stories. Not that I do not have - a long time I liked the stories by JD Salinger, William Trevor, John Cheever, James Joyce, Annie Proulx, and a few other select - it's just that they will never be the first to go, as fiction, I was looking . Without it, the stupid, I internalized the fact that short stories were in some way a lesser form of the invention expression, a kind of prosaic form of demo recordings in the studio, video films, the repetition of reality, a sketch on the way to a table. They were either in the novels of the embryo, or, as the writer created until they are ready for the real thing.
In this context, the modest and reassured me that I was not alone. Many writers are in the same way. Recently I met in the introduction to an end, is another collection of new messages to the American author Jay McInerney: "It is clear, I was also on the long, and my short stories - some of them at least d - repeatedly shown to be exercises to warming. "
Often, but not always. Sometimes, in the perception of itself and is difficult to continue. "I've always been more than a little intimidated by the new," then confesses McInerney. "Given the fact that even medium-sized and new - and even less the way Henry James describes as a loose baggy monsters - you can survive any number of wrong, boring and key figures from records, the story is much less generous. A good requires a perfect height and direction in exactly the form he has to burn a CD, gem-like flame. "
Take is six clock Do You Know Where You Are? Sample. This was one of McInerney's first attempt to form, and it was the sketch, or "warm-up exercise", which was the author of the first novel of urban yuppie of the 80s missing link Bright Lights, Big City. As a story, the first collection, it is said more than 12 pages in the book more than 200 We are in the forefront of a young, upper-Mobile Sybarite. It is after the end of alcohol and coke, which in the night, and it seems in the twilight flashing Manhattan with a view to another day shivering empty. It May, before the release, but even to us to decide. Everything we know is that his nostrils are suddenly hit seeps through the scent of freshly baked bread, baking and final act - the story at least - that's his jacket, a bag of fresh rolls. "Tear the bag open," are the last lines of history ", and the smell of warm dough is crashing on you. The first bite sticks in the throat and almost gag. They go slow. You have everything to learn again. "
Is it? Or will it just to go home, vomiting bread, the sick and to the awakening in another night of oblivion calculated? We are invited to beat the flame through the history in our pockets for the rest of the story in our own interpretation of what we read. If you ask me, is it six clock morning Do You Know Where You Are? is better than the novel, there was, because it forces me to write what the rest of the story or leave as it is. It calls my imagination as a kind of staff actively involved in the invention. The book tells me what happened, where the history of the recommendations.
McInerney graduated from the University of Syracuse by Raymond Carver and Tobias Wolff, two acknowledged masters of American short fiction, and this is a measure of the persistence of warm-up exercise in the mythology does not explain that these writers have to create him the conviction that the short stories are novels in preparation. Because when it comes to the mastery of form, particularly in the areas of economy, the vision and burning up with a stone similar to the flame, you do not much concentrated heat that Carver, a man may be the whole of the living nature of the shiny formica a kitchen table.
Carver collections like Where I'm Calling From, and what we Talk About When We Talk About Love are the cornerstone for the short history of art for their rough diamonds eloquent economy and accuracy. Perhaps more than at the end of the 20th Century, American writers, the end of the carvers the art of short fiction as an art of omission: that is what was not there that counts at the end, says the report, and it was closing the gap by the absence of suction, we calculated these images in the virtual co-creator of reality, they are limited. As readers, Carver knew how we work, and the pleasure of the effort for the fulfillment of the rooms is one of the largest in the playback of the invention provides.
In the best short film, feature film, the style and vision commingle in a way which is unique in form. This is also a pleasure, the high frequencies. Some years ago I visited with three volumes: The Complete Short Stories of Ernest Hemingway, Selected Stories by Alice Munro and stories of Vladimir Nabokov. I set them in rotation, through the reproduction of a story of the author, before they hand in the next book. The effect, as a reader, was a remarkable year. Not only I was able to improve the quality of the stories about himself - and not more than three authors from different unbelievable - I was surprised by the consistency of clay, I've met when I am rotating back into the world of writers . And that's the point: It is a world. Or three really: Munro is a place of tranquility, localized despair; Hemingway a strong limit for the examination of the evidence existential Nabokov Golden Hall of the distortion of the illusion of size and color.
It was the thing: If everyone lived and breathed history and frequented as a separate entity on its own initiative, it also has a rich about life if they believe in the context of other stories the author. It was the vitality of the reasons for the security of the author's voice. What is the novel, one thing a lot of hermetic, offers the promise immersion in another world. This is also true for the best new collection, but the world is something else. It is through the power and the ability of the author's voice, and there is life after the conversation between the voice and the questions remain for us to ask.
Without doubt one of the joyful discovery that I as a professional drive is the only pleasure, short stories. Not that I do not have - a long time I liked the stories by JD Salinger, William Trevor, John Cheever, James Joyce, Annie Proulx, and a few other select - it's just that they will never be the first to go, as fiction, I was looking . Without it, the stupid, I internalized the fact that short stories were in some way a lesser form of the invention expression, a kind of prosaic form of demo recordings in the studio, video films, the repetition of reality, a sketch on the way to a table. They were either in the novels of the embryo, or, as the writer created until they are ready for the real thing.
In this context, the modest and reassured me that I was not alone. Many writers are in the same way. Recently I met in the introduction to an end, is another collection of new messages to the American author Jay McInerney: "It is clear, I was also on the long, and my short stories - some of them at least d - repeatedly shown to be exercises to warming. "
Often, but not always. Sometimes, in the perception of itself and is difficult to continue. "I've always been more than a little intimidated by the new," then confesses McInerney. "Given the fact that even medium-sized and new - and even less the way Henry James describes as a loose baggy monsters - you can survive any number of wrong, boring and key figures from records, the story is much less generous. A good requires a perfect height and direction in exactly the form he has to burn a CD, gem-like flame. "
Take is six clock Do You Know Where You Are? Sample. This was one of McInerney's first attempt to form, and it was the sketch, or "warm-up exercise", which was the author of the first novel of urban yuppie of the 80s missing link Bright Lights, Big City. As a story, the first collection, it is said more than 12 pages in the book more than 200 We are in the forefront of a young, upper-Mobile Sybarite. It is after the end of alcohol and coke, which in the night, and it seems in the twilight flashing Manhattan with a view to another day shivering empty. It May, before the release, but even to us to decide. Everything we know is that his nostrils are suddenly hit seeps through the scent of freshly baked bread, baking and final act - the story at least - that's his jacket, a bag of fresh rolls. "Tear the bag open," are the last lines of history ", and the smell of warm dough is crashing on you. The first bite sticks in the throat and almost gag. They go slow. You have everything to learn again. "
Is it? Or will it just to go home, vomiting bread, the sick and to the awakening in another night of oblivion calculated? We are invited to beat the flame through the history in our pockets for the rest of the story in our own interpretation of what we read. If you ask me, is it six clock morning Do You Know Where You Are? is better than the novel, there was, because it forces me to write what the rest of the story or leave as it is. It calls my imagination as a kind of staff actively involved in the invention. The book tells me what happened, where the history of the recommendations.
McInerney graduated from the University of Syracuse by Raymond Carver and Tobias Wolff, two acknowledged masters of American short fiction, and this is a measure of the persistence of warm-up exercise in the mythology does not explain that these writers have to create him the conviction that the short stories are novels in preparation. Because when it comes to the mastery of form, particularly in the areas of economy, the vision and burning up with a stone similar to the flame, you do not much concentrated heat that Carver, a man may be the whole of the living nature of the shiny formica a kitchen table.
Carver collections like Where I'm Calling From, and what we Talk About When We Talk About Love are the cornerstone for the short history of art for their rough diamonds eloquent economy and accuracy. Perhaps more than at the end of the 20th Century, American writers, the end of the carvers the art of short fiction as an art of omission: that is what was not there that counts at the end, says the report, and it was closing the gap by the absence of suction, we calculated these images in the virtual co-creator of reality, they are limited. As readers, Carver knew how we work, and the pleasure of the effort for the fulfillment of the rooms is one of the largest in the playback of the invention provides.
In the best short film, feature film, the style and vision commingle in a way which is unique in form. This is also a pleasure, the high frequencies. Some years ago I visited with three volumes: The Complete Short Stories of Ernest Hemingway, Selected Stories by Alice Munro and stories of Vladimir Nabokov. I set them in rotation, through the reproduction of a story of the author, before they hand in the next book. The effect, as a reader, was a remarkable year. Not only I was able to improve the quality of the stories about himself - and not more than three authors from different unbelievable - I was surprised by the consistency of clay, I've met when I am rotating back into the world of writers . And that's the point: It is a world. Or three really: Munro is a place of tranquility, localized despair; Hemingway a strong limit for the examination of the evidence existential Nabokov Golden Hall of the distortion of the illusion of size and color.
It was the thing: If everyone lived and breathed history and frequented as a separate entity on its own initiative, it also has a rich about life if they believe in the context of other stories the author. It was the vitality of the reasons for the security of the author's voice. What is the novel, one thing a lot of hermetic, offers the promise immersion in another world. This is also true for the best new collection, but the world is something else. It is through the power and the ability of the author's voice, and there is life after the conversation between the voice and the questions remain for us to ask.
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