Showing posts with label summer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label summer. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

#557 Happy Birthday- Toni Cade Bambara


#557 Happy Birthday- Toni Cade Bambara

It’s Ollie’s birthday. She woke up early and excited, but there was nobody there or awake or sober enough to remember. She takes a trip around the neighborhood but she cat even get anyone to talk to her, the big boys are even too lazy to make fun of her.

“You should never have a birthday in the summertime...cause nobody’s around to wish you happy birthday or throw you a party.”

“Everyone was either at camp or at work or was sleeping like the boys on the roof or dead or just plain gone off.”

Poor Ollie! Happy Birthday.


Thursday, November 19, 2015

#203 The Swimmer- John Cheever


#203 The Swimmer- John Cheever

Neddy Merril like many in this affluent community was hungover today but happy and lazing about in the sun and wading in the water. Neddy felt like a suburban explorer and decided to “swim home” making his way from pool to pool through his neighbors back yards.

One by one he hopped hedges, skirted fences and swam each pool, coming upon afternoon parties and handed several drinks. He avoided long conversation and decided to name this string of waterways after his wife…Lucinda River. When he came across an empty pool, he was baffled.

“This breach in his chain of water disappointed him absurdly, and he felt like some explorer who seeks a torrential headwater and finds a dead stream.”

What seems at first like a fools errand, a drunken prank, a rich man’s folly turns out to be something much sadder. He has deluded himself into thinking its just another beautiful day in his perfect life, but it is not, He is not the man he used to be, he is no longer among the wealthy and envied population he fancies himself to be. He had lost his wealth, his lover, and some friends.

This swim is proof that he can lo longer be that man, he cant even climb out of the pool without a ladder. “Believing as he did, that all human obduracy was susceptible to common sense, was he unable to turn back?”



Wednesday, September 2, 2015

#125 Weekend- Amy Hempel


#125 Weekend- Amy Hempel

I was going to skip over some of the really short pieces in these collections, but I decided not to. It’s important to see the whole short fiction genre in its entirety. A 70-page stream of consciousness ramble from David Foster Wallace next to a 3-page evening newspaper vignette from O. Henry is a tough comparison, but why do they have to be compared. I can enjoy them both.

Thus I give you Weekend by Amy Hempel. A short stage-setting piece that begins her collection, Tumble Home. It’s just a glimpse of a lazy summer outing. A softball game with no score and gin drinks splashing while running to first. “The game was called on account of dogs.”

“The Hunter retrieved a foul ball and carried it off in the direction of the river. The other dogs followed—barking, mutinous.”

This is such a delicate style of writing, you want to slow down, and savor it like the last sip of lemonade while the sun goes down.