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300 short stories: story 244

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story: “Eating Fish Alone” author: Lydia Davis year: 2014 where: Home, in bed note: In The New Yorker, Davis’ eyes have been described as “blue milk glass”…and this sentence could almost constitute the length of an average story by Davis. In truth, I’ve read several dozen of her stories this week, but they are so short, it feels unconscionable to list them all here individually. P.S. Thank you Isabella Simonetti for the book. a line: “‘Most people […]

300 short stories:: story 217

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2019 short stories

story: “The Excursion” author: Joy Williams year: 1972 where: Dining hall on Saadiyat note: What a fascinating story construction; Williams moves seamlessly in and out of childhood and adulthood of the protagonist. a line: “Jenny lies a little. She is just a little girl, a child with fears. She fears that birds will fly out of the toilet bowl. Starlings with slick black wings. She fears trees and fishes and the bones in meat. She lies a […]

300 short stories:: story 135

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2018 short stories

story: Are They Vampires, or Are They Just Chinese? author: C Pam Zhang year: 2017 where: airplane note: from an interview about the story, Zhang said, “What’s creepy is my being haunted for years by the pressure to write a Sad Immigrant Story.” a line: “We wear long driving gloves even when we don’t drive. And when we do: roof down, swinging over curbs, black hair flung back like silk, like bat wings, like flags snapping beware in language you’ll never understand.”

300 short stories:: story 131

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2018 short stories

story: Cities I’ve Never Lived In  author: Sara Majka year: 2015 where: Fiumicino Airport, Roma note: As someone who has traveled places grand and bland alone, this story felt sometimes like a mirror. a line: “I thought that those few people passing out food—with their hands in little plastic gloves, and their cross behind them—should not be our major defense against this kind of poverty; as a defense it felt hopeful, frail, and largely hidden.” bonus line: “I said […]