The Best American Short Stories 2013

The Best American Short Stories 2013

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by Elizabeth Strout

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“As our vision becomes more global, our storytelling is stretching in many ways. Stories increasingly change point of view, switch location, and sometimes pack as much material as a short novel might,” writes guest editor Elizabeth Strout. “It’s the variety of voices that most indicates the increasing confluence of cultures involved in

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“As our vision becomes more global, our storytelling is stretching in many ways. Stories increasingly change point of view, switch location, and sometimes pack as much material as a short novel might,” writes guest editor Elizabeth Strout. “It’s the variety of voices that most indicates the increasing confluence of cultures involved in making us who we are.” The Best American Short Stories 2013 presents an impressive diversity of writers who dexterously lead us into their corners of the world.

In “Miss Lora,” Junot Díaz masterfully puts us in the mind of a teenage boy who throws aside his better sense and pursues an intimate affair with a high school teacher. Sheila Kohler tackles innocence and abuse as a child wanders away from her mother, in thrall to a stranger she believes is the “Magic Man.” Kirstin Valdez Quade’s “Nemecia” depicts the after-effects of a secret, violent family trauma. Joan Wickersham’s “The Tunnel” is a tragic love story about a mother’s declining health and her daughter’s helplessness as she struggles to balance her responsibility to her mother and her own desires. New author Callan Wink’s “Breatharians” unsettles the reader as a farm boy shoulders a grim chore in the wake of his parents’ estrangement.
“Elizabeth Strout was a wonderful reader, an author who knows well that the sound of one’s writing is just as important as and indivisible from the content,” writes series editor Heidi Pitlor. “Here are twenty compellingly told, powerfully felt stories about urgent matters with profound consequences.”

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Plenty of great stories, but lighter on discovery and revelation than some previous annuals. For the reader whose consumption of short stories doesn't extend much beyond this yearly collection, the latest delivers the goods. With novelist Strout (The Burgess Boys, 2013, etc.) serving as guest editor and making the final selection, the collection includes a number of writers widely regarded as masters of the form: Alice Munro, Lorrie Moore, George Saunders and Junot Díaz among them. Almost half of these stories originally appeared in either the New Yorker or Granta. Strout explains that voice was the dominant criterion in her selection: "Arguably, authorial voice is more important in a short story than in a longer piece of fiction. The ride is quicker, the response heightened, and less space is available in which to absorb patches of soggy writing or gratuitous detail." One of the quickest rides that generates the strongest response is "The Chair" by David Means, a first-person narration (as many of these stories are) by a father who can't be trusted to know himself, let alone do best by his son, as he finds himself "having to reestablish my command, or better yet, my guidance--a towering figure in his little mind...." Quite a few of these stories concern the essence of storytelling: "Stories are about things that don't happen. They could happen, but they don't. But they could" (Steven Millhauser, "A Voice in the Night"); "I'm Paul Harvey, and now you know the rest of the story" (Callan Wink, "Breatharians"). As always, the Contributors' Notes on the stories are fascinating, and writers will be encouraged to learn that one of the best stories here--"Horned Men" by Karl Taro Greenfeld--was rejected by some 50 publications before making it to print.

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The Best American Short Stories 2013 3.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 9 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Worst collection of short stories I have ever read!!! The editor should be ashamed
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Where have the good story tellers gone? When did "short story" lose the "story" part? Why does intelligent now equal grindingly boring?
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Dont waist your time !
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Were is the next one gonna be at
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A challenge to you all. If you have read the first three parts I want you to conduct your own ending at res five. I will check them all tomorrow evening.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Continue the story continue the story thats really good continue it
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