300 short stories:: story 208

story: “The Salt Garden”

author: Margaret Atwood

year: 1983

where: Dubai, Common Ground

note: I adore this collection and find the protagonist Alma to be so layered.

a line: “She can’t remember ever having astonished any of her friends with tricks from the instruction book. Astonishing herself was enough.”

theme(s): time

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300 short stories:: story 207

story: “The Finkelstein”

author: Nana Kwame Adjei-Brenyah

year: 1989

where: a few places–taxi, cafe, office, home

note: from Friday Black 

a line: “Emmanuel stepped outside into the world, his Blackness at a solid 7.6. He felt like Evel Knievel at the top of a ramp.”

theme(s): revenge, injustice

300 short stories:: story 204 & 205

story: Two Stories about Emma “The Whirlpool Rapids” & “Walking on Water”

author: Margaret Atwood

year: 1987

where: home

note: In every story you hope to find an aha moment, and in these two connected tales, I found more than one; this was particularly true for the line below, where a man acted just like this towards me when I was in my early twenties in a hotel room in a faraway city. It was my first time experiencing this, but it has happened twice more with different men. And as women, we must find some way to reconcile that these accomplished men probably forget the incidents at all.

a line: “Emma said it looked like Newfoundland. Robbie had never been to Newfoundland, and sulked. He didn’t like the thought of Emma having been to places he hadn’t. Emma, to restore his good homur–it was too hot to be angry–said she never actually been there, she’d only seen pictures of it.”

300 short stories:: story 203

story: “Désirée’s Baby”

author: Kate Chopin

year: 1893

where: mio ufficio

note: originally published in Vogue 

a line: “It was no wonder, when she stood one day against the stone pillar in whose shadow she had lain asleep, eighteen years before, that Armand Aubigny riding by and seeing her there, had fallen in love with her. That was the way all the Aubignys fell in love, as if struck by a pistol shot.”