Short story anthologies are always a mixed
bag, and anything claiming to be ‘best’ of anything makes the selection more
dubious and worthy of skepticism. That being said, this post is concerned more
with individual stories within the collection than the book as a whole for the
purposes of ‘must read.’ However uneven an assembled grouping of stories (or
poems, essays, or anything for that matter) may be there are always a few
essential treasures to be found among the mediocre or the misfires.
I have read many editions of this anthology
series before this installment. Below is the complete list in roughly
chronological order of when I read each (not when each was published,
obviously):
Best
American Short Stories 2004 (BASS ’04 for
short) ed. Lorrie Moore, Katrina Kenison*
BASS ’06 ed. Ann Patchett, Kenison
BASS ’07 ed. Stephen King, Heidi
Pitlor
BASS ’01 ed. Barbara Kingsolver,
Kenison
BASS ’10 ed. Richard Russo, Pitlor
BASS ’12 ed. Tom Perrotta, Pitlor
BASS ’14 ed. Jennifer Egan, Pitlor
BASS ’00 ed. E.L. Doctorow,
Kenison
Which makes BASS ’91 the ninth edition I’ve read. I’ve got a big stack of
others, new and old, to read yet, but big plans are on the horizon, so I won't get back into it until 2019. I’m not dedicated to reading as I used to be.
I remember lazy summers where it seemed all I did was read, but those days are
long gone. My life is full now with responsibility, people I work with and care
about, and numerous distractions every bit as enticing as sitting down with a
good book. At least with the Best American series I can tell myself that if I
read one story a night then I can be done in 21 days, or three weeks (20
stories in each installment plus editors’ forwards/introductions). That’s not
too bad since there are so many years to catch up on and a new edition comes
out every year.
For the complete list of stories from ’91 I
refer you to the Wikipedia page: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Best_American_Short_Stories_1991
I’m interested in talking about only a
handful that made me very glad to read the whole collection.
Kate Braverman’s “Tall Tales from the
Mekong Delta” was the first story (aside from Rick Bass’s “The Legend of
Pig-Eye,” but I’m partial to Bass) to really enthrall me from the start. The
title is tricky, because I went in expecting one kind of story and getting a
whole other kind completely. I had read Braverman once before though I can't recall her story now, but this one
grabbed me and didn’t let me go. A woman in the wasteland of LA meets a
character who I think is the prototype for the role Tom Cruise is played in American Made, and he sweeps
her up in an improbable romance that is both sweet and dangerous. When I read
this story I was almost two years out of a nearly 14 year relationship, so I
was lonely and identified with the main character immediately. It’s one of
those stories that caught me at the right moment, but it’s also paced
brilliantly, there’s never a dull scene or line throughout, which is hard to do
most of the time, I’ve found.
Robert Olen Butler’s “The Trip Back” is
about a Vietnamese immigrant living in Louisiana with his family and he drives
to Texas to pick up his wife’s uncle to come and live with them. Almost the
entirety of the story is the main character in the car, first driving with the
anticipation of meeting this important but long unseen relative, then driving
back with him in the car, anticipating the incredibly significant reunion that
will take place at home. Butler won the Pulitzer for the novel in stories that “The
Trip Back” appears in, A Good Scent from
a Strange Mountain. It’s easy to see why after reading this story. I’ve
done more than my fair share of driving in my life, living so many years in the
Southwest where you must drive everywhere, and the time spent in my head in the
car I found to be rendered so marvelously in prose in this story. It’s a
contemplative story, and it ends bittersweetly, so it was easy for me to love.
Charles D’Ambrosio’s “The Point” tells the
story of a young teen who becomes the designated adult for his mother and her
group of neighbors when they party and get too drunk to walk themselves home.
The young main character has lost his father in Vietnam and so he is literally
the man of the house now. It’s a coming of age story, but it’s told with an odd
honesty. The details of feeling and fact throughout are all unusual and
interesting, and the young teen has an opportunity for sexual experience that
he doesn’t quite take advantage of, because the true denouement is tied to his
grief over his lost father. It sounds like a bait and switch, and it kind of
is, but D’Ambrosio is so confident in his characters and his story that it
worked for me.
Millicent Dillon’s “Oil and Water” tells
the story of a solitary young woman who goes to work at an oil refinery out in
the middle of nowhere. She befriends men and women who work there in different
roles, and ultimately she begins to open up a bit in her life, though she
misses an opportunity for sex at the end of the story that points to something
she lost in her past (and accounts for where we found her at the beginning of
the story). The charm of the story is in the main character’s bravery to change
her life into something she cannot possibly imagine, and then make the best of
it. So many of these stories I loved best have been about lonely characters who
either deal with their solitude or work to change it, and so they affected me
more at this point in my life than they might have at another time. Maybe
that’s another thing wrong with anthologies. They collect stories that would
all be best at different points in your life, but simply can’t all connect if read at
once straight through.
Alice Munro’s “Friend of My Youth” was the
last great story I read. Munro, like Updike (who also appears in this edition)
is a staple of the Best American series, and it’s rare to come across a year
where one or the other is not present. The story is framed as a narrator
remembering her mother’s young adulthood before marriage living with a family
on a farm and befriending a middle aged spinster who we come to find has been
done wrong throughout her life, first from her sister and then her sister’s
husband. Of course the narrative is constructed, from memory, correspondence,
and some useful invention, like most history has been, and the result is
magnetic. The narrator shatters the narrative at the end talking of telling the
story as a story in any number of ways, and the reflexivity adds another whole
layer to what has happened and what we actually know, if anything. It’s one of
the more technically adventurous and rewarding of Munro’s stories that I’ve
read, and also satisfied a love I have of ‘historical fiction’ as it’s known in
various guises across genres. I can't wait to read her collection for which this story provides the title.
A few notable stories I left out include
the aforementioned Bass story, Leonard Michaels’ “Viva la Tropicana,” Siri
Hustvedt’s “Houdini,” David Jauss’s “Glossolalia,” Lorrie Moore’s “Willing,”
and Mikhail Iossel’s “Bologove.” I had read the Michaels and Moore stories before,
so while excellent, they weren’t new experiences. Iossel’s story was another
loner, this time behind the iron curtain, who is making the best of life before
he gets out. “Glossolalia” is about a father having a breakdown and how it
deeply affects his son, with a crying scene that resonated all too well with me. Hustvedt’s story was amazing, but so
disheartening to read that I was profoundly depressed after reading it. It
worked too well. You should probably read it anyway.
I am ashamed to say I also enjoyed Updike’s
story. I am weak, and I'm sorry.
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