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“While a single short story may have a difficult time raising enough noise on its own to be heard over the din of civilization, short stories in bulk can have the effect of swarming bees, blocking out sound and sun and becoming the only thing you can think about,” writes Ann Patchett in her introduction to The Best American Short Stories 2006.

This vibrant, varied sampler of the American literary scene revels in life’s little absurdities, captures timely personal and cultural challenges, and ultimately shares ...

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Overview

“While a single short story may have a difficult time raising enough noise on its own to be heard over the din of civilization, short stories in bulk can have the effect of swarming bees, blocking out sound and sun and becoming the only thing you can think about,” writes Ann Patchett in her introduction to The Best American Short Stories 2006.

This vibrant, varied sampler of the American literary scene revels in life’s little absurdities, captures timely personal and cultural challenges, and ultimately shares subtle insight and compassion. In “The View from Castle Rock,” the short story master Alice Munro imagines a fictional account of her Scottish ancestors’ emigration to Canada in 1818. Nathan Englander’s cast of young characters in “How We Avenged the Blums” confronts a bully dubbed “The Anti-Semite” to both comic and tragic ends. In “Refresh, Refresh,” Benjamin Percy gives a forceful, heart-wrenching look at a young man’s choices when his father—along with most of the men in his small town—is deployed to Iraq. Yiyun Li’s “After a Life” reveals secrets, hidden shame, and cultural change in modern China. And in “Tatooizm,” Kevin Moffett weaves a story full of humor and humanity about a young couple’s relationship that has run its course.

Ann Patchett “brought unprecedented enthusiasm and judiciousness [to The Best American Short Stories 2006],” writes Katrina Kenison in her foreword, “and she is, surely, every story writer’s ideal reader, eager to love, slow to fault, exquisitely attentive to the text and all that lies beneath it.”

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Editorial Reviews

KLIATT - Nola Theiss
Two of the best things about this book are the introduction and preface, written by the editor, Ann Patchett, and series editor Katrina Kenison. In the Preface, Kenison explains the process of reading all the short stories she can in the year and narrowing down the choices she sends to the editor. Then Patchett describes the joys and problems of narrowing down the over 100 stories to fit in this collection. The collection includes first-time authors and the master of the short story, Alice Munro. Patchett organizes them alphabetically in descending order to give Paul Yoon, a neophyte, first billing and ends with a long story by Ann Beattie, a well-known author. In between there are many coming-of-age stories and stories of young people, like "So Much for Artemis," and stories about families, like "The View from Castle Rock." Other stories deal with stronger subjects like war and its aftermath and use some rough language, like "The Ambush." In other words, there is something for every reader in this fine collection, part of a series worth waiting for every year. The Contributors' Notes at the end of the book give insight into the authors' lives and writings, and there is also a list of magazines where the stories appeared and 100 "runner-up" distinguished stories, all of which will be useful to fledging authors.
Kirkus Reviews
Among the 20 competitors in what novelist Patchett (Bel Canto, 2001, etc.) terms "the short story Olympics," there are plenty of worthy contenders for the gold medal. As usual, this annual anthology mixes stories from perennial favorites (including former guest editors Tobias Wolff and Ann Beattie, and the obligatory and always welcome Alice Munro) with selections from small-circulation literary journals, highlighting the range of possibility within the genre. Where a short-story collection by a single author tends to repeat patterns, rhythms and themes, there's a much greater sense of serendipity and surprise here. Whether because of the luck of this year's draw or the preferences of the guest editor, the narratives are typically more straightforward than experimental, frequently first person, strong on the storytelling verities of plot, character and dialogue. Many of them (including Donna Tartt's "The Ambush," Maxine Swann's "Secret" and Benjamin Percy's "Refresh, Refresh") concern adolescent initiation and rites of passage. Though all of the writers are North American, the settings extend from a Korean island resort (Paul Yoon's "Once the Shore") and dog racing in Beijing (Jack Livings's "The Dog") to the Bosnian poetry community (Aleksandar Hemon's "The Conductor") and an American's return to his family's native Latvia ("A New Gravestone for an Old Grave"). Many of the stories tend toward the short side, but the last and longest is the most wickedly funny, as Beattie lampoons the bi-coastal memorial services of an esteemed painter turned alcoholic, pornographic comics illustrator. The shortest and strangest is Robert Coover's "Grandmother's Nose," in which a young girl (in anotherrite of passage) comes to terms with death in a fairy-tale subversion of "Little Red Riding Hood." In one of the most inventive, Katherine Bell's "The Casual Car Pool" finds a sky-diving parachutist caught on a bridge, disrupting rush hour and complicating the lives of three strangers sharing a ride to qualify for the car-pool lane. Though more radical narrative strategies aren't represented, the selection is of such consistently high quality that almost any of these stories could be some reader's favorite.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780618543519
  • Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • Publication date: 10/11/2006
  • Series: Best American Short Stories Series
  • Pages: 416
  • Product dimensions: 5.50 (w) x 8.25 (h) x 1.06 (d)

Meet the Author

Ann Patchett

ANN PATCHETT is the author of six novels, including Bel Canto, winner of the PEN/Faulkner Award and the Orange Prize. She has written for the Atlantic, Gourmet, the New York Times Magazine, Vogue, the Washington Post , and others.

Biography

Ann Patchett was born in Los Angeles but raised in Nashville, Tennessee. While at Sarah Lawrence College in New York, she studied with such notable authors as Russell Banks and Grace Paley before getting her first short works published. She labored long and hard in the trenches of Seventeen magazine (where her talents went largely unrecognized), before striking gold with her ambitious first novel, The Patron Saint of Liars, which was named a New York Times Notable Book of 1992 and subsequently made into a major motion picture.

Since her auspicious debut, Patchett has crafted a handful of elegant novels, garnering several accolades and awards along the way. But her real breakthrough occurred with 2001's Bel Canto, a taut, psychological thriller set in the claustrophobic confines of an embassy under siege in South America. Winning both the PEN/Faulkner Award and the Orange Prize, Bel Canto catapulted Patchett into the ranks of bestselling authors.

As if to prove her versatility, Patchett departed from fiction for 2004's Truth & Beauty, the heartbreaking account of her longstanding, difficult friendship with the late Lucy Grealy, a gifted writer whose disfigurement from cancer precipitated a tragic descent into addiction and death. This memoir won several literary awards and appeared on many end-of-year best books lists.

Success breeds success; and with each book, Patchett's reputation grows. Perhaps the secret to her popularity has been captured best by Patchett's friend, Pulitzer Prize winner Robert Olen Butler. "She is a genius of the human condition," he says. "I can't think of many other writers, ever, who get anywhere near her ability to comprehend the vastness and diversity of humanity, and to articulate our deepest heart."

Good To Know

In 1997, The Patron Saint of Liars was adapted into a TV movie, and Patchett also helped to write the screenplay for Taft, which was optioned by actor Morgan Freeman for a feature film.

Patchett knew absolutely nothing about opera before writing Bel Canto; she began her research with Fred Plotkin's book Opera 101.

In our interview, Patchett shared some fascinating facts about herself:

"I've never had a television."

"I brush my dog's teeth every morning."

"I got a pig for my ninth birthday and haven't eaten red meat since."

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    1. Hometown:
      Nashville, Tennessee
    1. Date of Birth:
      December 2, 1963
    2. Place of Birth:
      Los Angeles, California
    1. Education:
      B.A., Sarah Lawrence College, 1985; M.F.A., University of Iowa, 1987
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Introduction The short story is in need of a scandal.
The short story should proclaim itself to be based on actual events and then, after a series of fiery public denials, it should hold a press conference in Cannes and make a brave but faltering confession: None of it actually happened. It was fiction all along. Yes, despite what’s been said, it has always been fiction and it is proud to be fiction. The short story should consider staging its own kidnapping and then show up three weeks later in The New Yorker claiming that some things happened that cannot be discussed. Or perhaps the short story could seek out the celebrity endorsement of someone we never expected, maybe Tiger Woods, who could claim that he couldn’t imagine going out to the ninth hole without a story in his back pocket. They are just the right size for reading between rounds of golf. It doesn’t really matter what the short story chooses to do, but it needs to do something. The story needs hype. It needs a publicist. Fast.
I can speak to the matter with great authority because I’ve been reading a lot of short stories lately, and the very large majority of them have been shockingly good. They are better than the novels I’ve been reading. They are more daring, more artful, and more original. Yet while I know plenty of people with whom I can discuss novels, there are only two people I know with whom I can swoon over short stories: Katrina Kenison (more on her later) and my friend Kevin Wilson, a young writer who reads literary magazines the way other people read pulpy spy novels, the kind of friend you can call in the middle of the night and ask, “Have you read the latest issue of Tin House?” As valuable as these friendships have been to me, I am sorry to say they are not enough. Since I have recently given my life over to short stories I need to find a larger audience than two. I have the zeal of a religious convert. I want to stand in the airport passing out copies of One Story and The Agni Review. I want to talk to total strangers about plot and character and language, about what makes that Maxine Swann story so moving and the David Bezmozgis so surprising. How did that Kevin Moffett story manage to lull me into such a trance? I’m more than willing to take the message to the people, but the short story is going to have to work with me here. It needs to be a little less demure.
The first thing the short story needs to think about is casting off the role of The Novel’s Little Sidekick, the practice run, the warm-up act. I was extolling the virtues of a particularly dazzling short story to an editor friend recently when she cut me off in mid-sentence, said she didn’t want to hear it. “I’ll only fall in love,” she said bitterly, “and then I won’t be able to buy the book, and if I do buy the book I won’t be able to sell it.” Short stories, it seems, are a dead-end romance in publishing. In the rare instance when a house finally does break down and buy a collection, the usual stipulation is that it must be followed by a novel, a.k.a. something that might sell. But must one think so far down the road as to how things will end? Love the short story for what it is, a handful of pages in a magazine. The short story isn’t asking to be a collection, and it certainly isn’t trying to pass itself off as a potential novel. Who’s to say the short story writer has a novel in him? Is a sprinter accepted to the team on the condition that she will also run a marathon? Certainly many people do both, and some people do both well, but it always seems clear to me when a novelist has turned out a short story or a short story writer has stretched a piece into a novel. There are a handful of people who to my mind are equal in their talents, John Updike leading the list, but then John Updike could probably win a hundred-meter race as handily as he could run cross-country.
It was a genuine challenge to pick a mere twenty stories out of the more than one hundred twenty I received. I would have been happier turning in thirty or even forty, so many of them were excellent, and yet I know I couldn’t put my hands on the twenty Best American Novels for 2006. So what accounts for so many successful stories? (Remembering, of course, that this is not actually a volume of the best short stories in America. These are just the stories that I like best, and I am full of prejudice and strong opinions. The genius of this series, and certainly the reason for its longevity, is that it relies on guest editors who arrive every year with all their own baggage about what constitutes a wonderful story, and as soon as they feel comfortable in their role as the arbiter of Best they are replaced by another writer who is equally sure of his or her own taste. That’s one thing you can say for writers—we know what we like when it comes to writing.) It could be that stories are easier to write than novels, but having taken a crack at both myself I am doubtful of this. I think it is more the case that short stories are expendable. Because they are smaller, the writer is simply more willing to learn from her mistakes and throw the bad ones and the only pretty good ones away. Knowing that something can be thrown away encourages more risk taking, which in turn usually leads to better writing. It’s a sad thing to toss out a bad short story, but in the end it always comes as a relief. On the other hand, it takes a real nobility to dump the bad novel. The novel represents so much time that the writer often struggles valiantly to publish it even when it would be in everyone’s best interest to chalk it up to education and walk away. I know a lot of people who published the first novel they ever wrote. I can think of no one who published his first short story.
So why, if what I’m telling you is true, and let’s assume for the sake of this introduction that it is, aren’t more people running out to buy their copy of Harper’s and turning directly from the index to the short story? Short stories are less expensive, often better written, and make fewer demands on our time. Why haven’t we made a deeper commitment to them? I am afraid it has something to do with the story’s inability to cause a stir. As a novelist I would say I read well over the average number of novels (whatever that is) per year. It doesn’t take much to get me to read something new. I’ll pick up a novel based on a compelling review, the recommendation of a friend, even a particularly eye-catching cover. I troll the summer reading tables in bookstores to fill in the holes in my education. I am forever picking up something I’ve always meant to read (Zeno’s Conscience is on the bedside table now waiting for me to finish writing this, and there is still so much Dickens). But everything I mean to read, and nearly everything I have read no matter how obscure, has had some means of catching my attention. The uncollected short story in its magazine or literary journal has nothing but the author’s name and possibly a catchy title to flag you down. Only in its largest venues does a short story manage to score an illustration. It does not go out and get you. It waits for you. It waits and waits and waits.
Unless of course you have the brilliant good fortune to be chosen as the editor of The Best American Short Stories one year. Because while a single short story may have a difficult time raising enough noise on its own to be heard over the din of civilization, short stories in bulk can have the effect of swarming bees, blocking out sound and sun and becoming the only thing you can think about. So even though it goes against my nature to point out the ways in which I am luckier than you, I must say that in this case I am, unless you too have short stories mailed to your home. And even if you did have stories mailed to your home, you probably didn’t get them from Katrina Kenison, and that’s where my real advantage comes in. These aren’t just any short stories I’ve been getting, the normal cross section of good and bad. These stories have been intelligently and lovingly culled from the vast sea of those that are published. Katrina does the part of this project that is work, hacking her way through all that is boring and poorly written in order to send me the gems. She reads everything so that I can read what is good, and I read everything that is good in order to put together everything that I think is best. Stories have been showing up on my doorstep in padded envelopes, a steady stream of fiction that I piled in strategic locations near bedsides and bathtubs and back doors. When you get enough short stories spread around the house, they gather a force of momentum. The more stories I read, the more I wanted to read stories, the more I recommended stories, the more the stories created their own hype simply by being so vast and varied and good. The stories offered me their companionship, each one a complete experience in a limited amount of time. No matter where I went, I did not mind waiting, seeing as how I was rich in stories. I went ahead and pulled into the endlessly long line at the touchless car wash on Sunday morning, took a story out of the glove compartment, and started reading. I was able to put other work aside in order to read because for this period of time short stories were my job. I did not have the smallest twinge of guilt about lying on the sofa for days at a time reading. Could there be anything better than that? I felt as if I had spent the year in one of those total-immersion language camps, and in the end I emerged fluent in the language of short fiction.
Of course I was no beginner. While I can trace the short story back to my earliest days as a reader, my true connection came when I was twelve years old, the year I read Eudora Welty’s “A Visit of Charity.” There had been other stories before this, stories I liked, “The Necklace” and “The Gift of the Magi,” the stock assignments that were the backbone of every junior high English class, but “A Visit of Charity,” even though it was a story about a girl, seemed infinitely more grown-up to me. It didn’t reward the reader with a plot twist at the end or present a clear moral imperative. Even more startling was the fact that this author, whose photograph and biographical paragraph preceded the text, had only one date after her name, 1909, and then a dash, and then nothing. Again and again I returned to that photograph to look at the long, gentle face of the author. She was both alive and in a textbook, a coupling I had never seen before. As sure as I was by the age of twelve that I wanted to be a writer, I was not at all sure that it was the sort of thing the living did. The short fiction market was cornered by dead people, and this Eudora Welty was, as far as I could tell, the first one to have broken the trend. I decided at the start of seventh grade to cast my lot with the living and chose Eudora Welty as my favorite writer, a decision that has served me well ever since. Four years later I was sixteen when Miss Welty came to Vanderbilt to give a reading, and I got there early and sat in the front row holding my big, hardback Collected Short Stories of Eudora Welty, which my mother had bought me for my birthday that year. It was the first reading I had ever been to, and when it was over I had her sign my book. I held it open to the wrong page, and she looked at me, and said, “No, no, dear. You always want to sign on the title page.” And she took the book from me and did it right. For the sheer force of its heart-stopping, life-changing wonder, I will put this experience up against that of anyone who ever saw the Beatles.
The short story has made some progress since the dark ages of the middle seventies, and I do believe that the living are now taking up their fair number of pages beside Hemingway and Faulkner. With Alice Munro leading the way, a case could be made that we are living in the golden age of the short story this very minute. A golden age there for the taking.
The impressions we pick up as children, when our minds are still open to influence and as soft as damp sponges, are likely to stay with us the longest. Ever since I saw that picture of Eudora Welty alive and well in my seventh-grade reader, I haven’t been able to shake the notion that short story writers are famous people and that short stories are life-altering things. I believe it is human nature to try and persuade others that our most passionately held beliefs are true so that they too can know the joy of our deepest convictions. I was standing in my kitchen fixing breakfast the morning I heard on the radio that Eudora Welty had died. It was July 2001, and I remember that the room was full of light. I called my good friend Barry Moser, the illustrator who had worked with Miss Welty on that most memorable edition of The Robber Bridegroom, and told him I was going to the funeral. He said he would meet me there.
I spent that night in Meridian, Mississippi, with my mother-in-law, and in the morning I made the short trip to Jackson. There was a rainstorm on the way that made the last leg a harrowing drive, but just as I got to town the weather cleared and cooled. I picked up Barry and his wife, Emily, and the three of us went to the church together a full two hours before the service was scheduled to begin. We went that early because we were certain it was the only way we would ever get a seat. I expected people to be waiting in the streets. I was ready to stand in the street myself, but we were the first ones to arrive. And while the church was full, in the end there were still a few empty seats around the edges. The coffin seemed tiny to me, but then Miss Welty had been growing shorter over the years. There were plenty of stories about her being barely able to see over the steering wheel of her car.
If you have ever been to Mississippi in July, you will know there is no reprieve from the heat, and yet on this particular day the rain, which under normal circumstances only makes the situation worse, had somehow made it better. When we went to the graveside it was no more than seventy-five degrees, and thus the closest thing to divine intervention I have ever experienced. When the hero of my life was buried, I had a discreet cry among friends standing in the cemetery. A woman approached me and introduced herself as Mary Alice Welty White. I knew her, of course. My beloved collected stories was dedicated to her and her sister, Elizabeth Welty Thompson. I had seen her name every time I opened the book. Mary Alice Welty White asked me my name. She asked me if I was a friend of her aunt’s, and I said I was not. I told her I was a great admirer and had come to pay my respects. Then she asked me where I was from.
She took my arm. “There’s someone I want you to meet.” We took small steps. The ground was soft, and we were both wearing heels. She led me to the line of cars that had driven over to the cemetery and to a group of teenaged boys who were leaning up against those cars. Their ties were loose, and their jackets were off. They were ready to get out of there.
She introduced me to one of the young men. He didn’t seem as if he would have been especially interested to meet anyone. “This is Ann Patchett,” Mary Alice Welty White told him. “She drove all the way from Nashville to come to your aunt Dodo’s funeral. She didn’t even know her, and she drove all this way. That’s how important your aunt Dodo was.” The boy and I exchanged an awkward how-do-you-do and shook hands. Mary Alice thanked me for coming.
Even at the funeral of the greatest short story writer of our time, a member of her own family needed to be reminded of her standing. The short story never was one for calling a lot of attention to itself, but in the face of so much brilliance I think it’s time we started paying our respects.
The Best American Short Stories is the short story Olympics. It is the short story’s moment in the sun. I am grateful to Houghton Mifflin and to Katrina Kenison for making sure that at least once a year we put them front and center where they belong. As for their arrangement in this volume, I am partial to the democratization of the alphabet.
It seems to me the fairest way to line things up. However, this year the alphabet put Ann Beattie at the front of the line, and while she certainly deserves to be there as a writer, her story, which is not exactly a story but maybe some sort of novella, performance piece, massive example of creativity and nonconforming genius, seemed like the weight the book needed at the back end. By reversing the alphabet, Paul Yoon’s beautiful story “Once the Shore,” which is the first story he published and the first story I picked for this collection, floated effortlessly up to the front. When I was a girl in Catholic school, the nuns were forever doing that to us, getting everyone in a line and then making us reverse our places so that the first should be last and the last should be first. It seems like a good lesson for the short story. Enough with the humility. Move to the front of the line.

Ann Patchett

Copyright © 2006 by Houghton Mifflin Company. Introduction copyright © 2006 by Ann Patchett. Reprinted by permission of Houghton Mifflin Company.

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Table of Contents

Foreword ix Introduction by Ann Patchett xv

Paul Yoon. Once the Shore 1 from One Story Tobias Wolff. Awaiting Orders 20 from The New Yorker Donna Tartt. The Ambush 30 from Tin House Maxine Swann. Secret 43 from Ploughshares Mark Slouka. Dominion 60 from TriQuarterly Patrick Ryan. So Much for Artemis 70 from One Story Benjamin Percy. Refresh, Refresh 91 from The Paris Review Edith Pearlman. Self-Reliance 105 from Lake Effect Alice Munro. The View from Castle Rock 112 from The New Yorker Kevin Moffett. Tattooizm 143 from Tin House Thomas McGuane. Cowboy 163 from The New Yorker Jack Livings. The Dog 173 from The Paris Review Yiyun Li. After a Life 191 from Zoetrope Aleksandar Hemon. The Conductor 204 from The New Yorker Mary Gaitskill. Today I’m Yours 221 from Zoetrope Nathan Englander. How We Avenged the Blums 237 from The Atlantic Monthly Robert Coover. Grandmother’s Nose 252 from Daedalus David Bezmozgis. A New Gravestone for an Old Grave 259 from Zoetrope Katherine Bell. The Casual Car Pool 291 from Ploughshares Ann Beattie with Harry Mathews. Mr. Nobody at All 310 from McSweeney’s

Contributors’ Notes 359 100 Other Distinguished Stories of 2005 370 Editorial Addresses of American and Canadian Magazines Publishing Short Stories 374

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