300 short stories: story 244

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 don’t eat them,’ she said matter-of-factly. I thought of the waste, and the care with which the chef prepared, over and over again, the vegetables that no one ate.”

theme(s): Sustainability, consumption, solitude, eating out

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300 short stories:: story 227

story: “Watchdog”

author: Nick Almeida

year: 2016

where:  客厅,大门 (di nuovo)

note: short short story from Baltimore Review

a line: “Later, she left for Montana with Neal—the man from the computer, Pap called him—and the dog went too.”

theme(s): Womanhood, strength, parenthood

300 short stories:: story 187

story: “Five Questions for the Snake Charmer”

author: C Pam Zhang

year: 2019

where: read on my phone

note: something short and not sweet

a line: “Pinned under that false gold, he’ll look as much the good Chinese boy as I am the bad Chinese girl, the kind who makes a public spectacle out of alcoholism as if she’s white and blonde and carefree and doesn’t drag a whole race’s reputation behind her.”

300 short stories:: story 177

story: “The Billings Brothers at the End of the World”

author: Chelsea Hanna Cohen

year: 2019

where: back home, Abu Dhabi

note: from Split Lip 

a line: “Philip thinks there’s something wrong with the ride, but then he realizes that everything is shaking and Suzie is screaming and off in the distance the skyline of the city crumbles, entire skyscrapers falling into themselves before his eyes, and he barely has time to marvel at what he’s seeing before the bones of the Ferris wheel give way as well.”

300 short stories:: story 165

story: “White Rain”

author: Helen McClory

year: 2018

where: outside still, Abu Dhabi

note: another gem from w i g l e a f

a line: “In text she was that way; overeager, pressing. I had withdrawn. She pushed back, then lashed out. Then a spattering of texts and incidental photographs that were obviously sent out in a kind of bruised friendship.”