Showing posts with label magic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label magic. Show all posts

Monday, October 17, 2016

#541 The Caretaker- Anthony Doerr


#541 The Caretaker- Anthony Doerr

Doerr’s short stories are not like any of the others I’ve read. They don’t tell stories about everyday occurrences, they don’t try to tap into common themes or try to make connections that the reader can relate to. These are singular tales, each an emotional undertaking that takes us into an experience we would otherwise never think possible.

Joseph is a thirty-five year old Liberian man, doing anything he can do to survive, including theft and looting. His mother is a loving woman, teaches his son English from a dictionary and tends to her garden. When civil war breaks out, she disappears and he is lost. He searches for her but only finds death, and he is forced to kill a man.

He finds his way aboard a freighter and is given an American refugee visa. He gets a job as a winter caretaker at a beach resort in Oregon. When he witnesses a pod of beached whales on the shore, he goes into a depression he cannot find relief from. He buries the hearts of the whales. He is fired from the job because during his depression the house was left in extreme disrepair and he settles into the adjacent forest tending to a garden he has planted over the whale hearts.

One day he saves the life of Belle, the daughter of his former employer. She was about to commit suicide. They begin a secret friendship. She is deaf and teaches him sign language like his mother used to teach him English. They grow the garden together, the only thing Joseph has left of his mother. He is discovered, arrested and when he won’t eat, he is hospitalized. He is on the brink of death, and he seems resolved with his plight.

“There is no fight is Joseph, no anger, no outrage at injustice. He is not guilty of their crimes but he is guilty of so many others. There has never been a man guilty of so much, he thinks, a man more deserving of penalty."

When Belle brings his the fruits of their garden, he eats with absolute joy. It might be a last meal, or it might be redemption. But it is pure light.


Monday, May 16, 2016

#379 Magic- Dashiell Hammett


#379 Magic- Dashiell Hammett

Strait was a magician. He could do many things to amaze the eyes. But…”it’s love and wealth they want, no matter which variety of those things may be popular for a while. Twice perhaps in twenty years I have been asked for wisdom, twice it may be for happiness, once I can remember for beauty.”

So, his magic is to give people these material desires…however he admits to his apprentice that he is a charlatan, a fake, a very good one. The mind belives what it wants to believe, if the show is good enough, fate may show itself.

“Strait snorted at the idea that the authenticity of his work was to be measured by its consequences…Equal results, far greater results have been achieved by wizards whose methods were the nadir of idiocy. Indubitable marvels have been worked at one time or another by means of almost anything you can name, so long as it was a thing offensive or ridiculous enough of itself.”

Just because he didn’t perform real magic didn’t mean he didn’t achieve real results, and didn’t mean he didn’t work for his reputation.



Monday, March 21, 2016

#326 The Truth is a Cave in the Black Mountains- Neil Gaiman


#326 The Truth is a Cave in the Black Mountains- Neil Gaiman

A dwarf is on a quest. He seeks the help of Calum MacInness to be his guide. Together they will travel to the Misty Isle, if they can find it:

“That is hard to say…For there are some who say it does not exists.”

“The Misty Isle is not as other places. And the mist that surrounds it is not like other mists.”

Travelers to the Misty Isle often seek its gold, but to get that gold they must sacrifice much, give up more than they know. The more gold they take, the more they will give up. The dwarf, is not looking for gold, he is looking for truth and revenge.

“Sometimes I think that truth is a place. In my mind, it is like a city: there can be a hundred roads, a thousand paths, that will all take you, eventually, to the same place. It does not matter where you come from. If you walk toward the truth, you will reach it, whatever path you take.”

OR:

“Truth is a cave in the black mountains. There is one way there, and one only, and that way is treacherous and hard, and if you choose the wrong path you will die alone, on the mountainside.”

What do we give up to gain truth? You come to expect great intricate plot, engaging characters, and meaningful symbolism within a Gaiman story. So far, this is my favorite of the whole collection, Trigger Warning.

Notable Passage: “There are many for whom the lure of gold outweighs the beauty of a rainbow.”



Tuesday, January 19, 2016

#262 A Lunar Labyrinth- Neil Gaiman



#262 A Lunar Labyrinth- Neil Gaiman

In the introduction to his newest short story collection Trigger Warning, Neil Gaiman calls triggers: “those images or words or ideas that drop like trapdoors beneath us, throwing us out of our safe, sane world into a place much more dark, and less welcoming. Our hearts skip a ratatat drumbeat in our chests, and we fights for breath. Blood retreats from our faces and our fingers, leaving us pale and gasping and shocked.”

This is the legendary story telling of Neil Gaiman. A Lunar Labyrinth is an homage to a Gene Wolfe short story relatedly titled A Solar Labyrinth. A man traveling loves to visit local oddities, roadside attractions, or kitschy things people make. When he comes to visit the Lunar Labyrinth he learns that is has been burned down.

He still takes the tour to visit the site, learning of the people that used to walk the labyrinth by the light of the moon. “When the moon waned, they walked the lunar labyrinth with love…As it waxed they walked with desire…”

The rosemary bushes (for remembering) has started to grow back along the path of the maze. It still retains it’s power and mystique: “There is no killing some things.”

This is a beautiful start to this collection. It has all the magic and imagination you would expect from Gaiman.





Friday, December 18, 2015

#232 The Kidney-Shaped Stone that Moves Everyday- Haruki Murakami


#232 The Kidney-Shaped Stone that Moves Everyday- Haruki Murakami

Junpei is a short-story writer, very apt for this blog. His father once told him that in life, a man only holds true meaning for three woman, no more, no less. So Junpei goes through life careful of giving himself to the wrong woman, too careful. We see him with a potential woman who is mysterious and luring, and acts as his muse getting him past a bit of writers block. Her name, Kirie, means Light in Latin, as she shines light on Junpei’s story.

The story he writes is about a Kidney-Shaped Stone with anthropomorphic qualities. As you would expect, the stone symbolized something damaging that grows inside us, something we create ourselves that weighs us down until we are able to remove it from within.

Wind is a big theme in this story, the un-attainable nature of it, the personal way it effects us but the supernatural way it is beyond us.

“No one could come between her and the wind, he realized, and he felt a violent rush of jealousy. But jealousy for what? The wind? Who could possibly be jealous of the wind?”

Murakami often gives power to the natural world, we saw it with the kidney stone itself, but he also hides deep spiritual meaning in the earth and its qualities.

“The wind envelopes you with a certain purpose in mind, and it rocks you. The wind knows everything that’s inside you. And it’s not just the wind. Everything, including a stone. They all know us very well. From top to bottom. It only occurs to us at certain times. And all we can do is go with those things. As we take them in, we survive, and deepen.”

As with many of his short stories, this one feels like it could have been taken from, or turned into a larger story. Unlike Junpei who loses steam the longer his tales go, Murakami is at his best when he lets loose with strong material such as this. I would like to see more of Junpei, and his three meaningful woman. Thus this story, was great up until it ended, where it left me wanting more.




Tuesday, October 6, 2015

#157 The Rocking-Horse Winner- D.H. Lawrence


#157 The Rocking-Horse Winner- D.H. Lawrence

“There was a woman who was beautiful, who started with all the advantages, yet she had no luck.” She was never able to see the good things in life. She had married for love, but it soon wasn’t enough. She had bonny children but they gave her no joy. Her and her husband had jobs, but they spent too much.

“Only she herself knew that at the center of her heart was a hard little place that could not feel love…”

But children are exceptional at a few things, perception (especially when it comes to their parents emotions) and imagination. Her son Paul spent his entire life trying to find the “luck” that his mother thought she lacked. He heard the house whisper the needs of his parents:

“And so the house came to be haunted by the unspoken phrase: ‘there must be more money!”

Paul had a toy Rocking Horse that he believed could ride him to this luck. He rode himself tired, sick, and frenzied to where he believed he could foretell the winners of the real horse races. And when he won, he could give that money to his mother, to make her happy. But, of course it was never enough for her. He hung onto that rocking horse until he was too old to be playing with such toys. But holding onto his childhood meant that he could still imagine his mother happy.

Paul wanted what all children want most—his mother’s love. By the time he rode enough to give his mother all the money she could want, she would lose him forever.

Lawrence was known for his risqué subjects and is remembered most for pushing the boundaries of what topics could be considered literature. Here we see none of that. Here is a beautiful tapestry of symbolism and story telling; at once imaginative, and heartbreaking. I’d say this is the pinnacle of short story writing craft in its purest sense.