story: “Dance in America”
author: Lorrie Moore
where: home, sleepy and dreamy
note: I am rereading…and searching for a quote I know is in the collection Birds of America…somewhere. Why did I not mark it?
a line: “I sit between the bulletin board and the window.”
story: “Commerce and Residue”
author: Tim Fitts
year: 2017 (in Go Home and Cry for Yourselves)
where: mio ufficio
note: a great story for our age of cultural appropriation politics
a line: “Marcus slightly envied the fact that Pham had an automatic angle borne into her. She was part of the diaspora. Her father had spent time in re-education camps.”
story: “The Bostons”
author: Carolyn Cooke
where: home sweet home
note: The descriptions of the wife’s hair were a highlight. I can’t help feeling like I missed something in this story.
a line: “She was always, in his recollections of her, eating something crumbly, or else she was running it off, or just coming in from a run, standing in the kitchen eating a muffin, damp-looking in shorts and a torn t-shirt, her legs an alarming shade of red.
story: “The Blue Tree”
author: Rick Bass
where: sofa and sleepy
note: This story encapsulates the impermanence of things, things like youth, places, and moments, but also–the pleasure of reading a short story. I’m reading and rereading Rick Bass this week while pondering the destruction of Joshua Tree National Park and other parks throughout the US, caused by human hubris and malice.
a line: “He savors it, knowing it won’t always be this way. But it is now. More so than he could ever have imagined.”
author: Haruki Murakami
where: in the bedroom
note: There wasn’t a cat.
a line: “In my life, whenever an inexplicable, illogical, disturbing event takes place (I’m not saying that it happens often, but it has a few times), I always come back to that circle—the circle with many centers but no circumference.”
story: “Meals for Mourners/兄弟”
author: K Ming Chang
where: around the house
note: from the Nashville Review
a line: “She wears her scarves even in the shower: checkered wool ones, polka-dotted cotton ones, infinity scarves in colors that scratch at your eyes, yellow and green and pink. Mama always says the best way to hide something is to draw attention to it.”
author: Sara Majka
where: on the golden sofa
note: the kind of story that makes you want to write stories
a line: “I cried some nights as I wanted a child back then and I was almost past the point of being able to have one.”