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  • Isak is a space to celebrate tales and truth in the curious, joyful way embodied by the writer--Isak Dinesen--for which it is named. By tales, I mean fiction (especially short fiction), as well as other literary and artistic narratives. By truths, I mean the world in which we live. I especially have my eye on creative social justice.

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Isak Loves

  • Leonard Gardner: Fat City

    Leonard Gardner: Fat City
    A book that still excites me every time I page through it, though I first read it a year ago. Gardner’s novel thrives on contradictions. His characters say what they don’t mean, hope for what they don’t want, and act in ways that hurt themselves and those that they attempt, ever so slightly, to love. And the novel comes together splendidly. Read my full review here.

  • Stephen King: On Writing

    Stephen King: On Writing
    It's a great book--partly on his life, partly on language, and wholly on how the two intersect. King is hilarious, imaginative ... and his insane work ethic is evident on every page. He's also got a finally tuned bullshit-detector, which charmed me right off. Read my full review here.

  • George Orwell: Down and Out in Paris and London

    George Orwell: Down and Out in Paris and London
    George Orwell is a damn good writer. Sure, he whipped out 1984 and Animal Farm, but it's from his essays and nonfiction that I'm learning Orwellian tricks--and by that I mean, the very best sort of craft points. Read my full review here.

  • Jane Austen: Pride and Prejudice

    Jane Austen: Pride and Prejudice
    Five reasons why reading Pride and Prejudice is ridiculously fun.

  • Charles Baudelaire: Twenty Prose Poems

    Charles Baudelaire: Twenty Prose Poems
    Such ambition did nothing to stifle his sense of humor--evident just from his titles, which range from "Get Drunk!" to "The Soup and the Clouds" to "Let's Beat Up the Poor." Baudelaire's got a love of wordplay and a taste for epiphany. The doubleness manifested in his very genre--prose poem--finds constant textual echoes, from his scathing remarks on hypocrisy to his sight for the strange oppositions alive in Paris in the mid-nineteenth century. I was particularly struck by the image at the end of "The Double Room" (natch)... Read my full review here.

  • Maurice Manning: A Companion for Owls: Being the Commonplace Book of D. Boone, Long Hunter, Back Woodsman, & c.

    Maurice Manning: A Companion for Owls: Being the Commonplace Book of D. Boone, Long Hunter, Back Woodsman, & c.
    One of the best books I've read in a long time. Innovative, funny, gorgeous...I could string together plenty of heartfelt adjectives, but I'd rather you not take any of my words for it; take Manning's words instead.

  • Wendy Wasserstein: The Heidi Chronicles: Uncommon Women and Others & Isn't It Romantic

    Wendy Wasserstein: The Heidi Chronicles: Uncommon Women and Others & Isn't It Romantic
    The voices ring in my mind, after several reads of this play since last summer; the dialogue is remarkably honest, funny, and just plain old interesting. Rarely have I come across stories and plays where the human instincts to demarcate characters with sharp lines ("she's the funny one,"he's the misunderstood one") is so futile as here; the characters' many-sidedness is made plain on every page. Read my full appreciation here.

  • Andrea Barrett: Ship Fever

    Andrea Barrett: Ship Fever
    Smart extended stories, drawing from the most intriguing moments in natural history and adventuring. In my mind, Andrea Barrett challenges Alice Munro for the most talented living story writer in English.

  • Jorge Luis Borges: Ficciones

    Jorge Luis Borges: Ficciones
    Mind-bending. My favorite? "Three Versions of Judas"

  • Mikhail Bulgakov: The Master and Margarita

    Mikhail Bulgakov: The Master and Margarita
    Featuring the personalities of Pontius Pilate, a life-size cat, Satan, and a master writer, this is a novel of Moscow gone mad with literality and fantasy. It shares the curious juxtaposition of being both one of the most powerful Soviet protest texts, and the inspiration for the song "Sympathy for the Devil."

  • Angela Carter: Burning Your Boats: The Collected Short Stories

    Angela Carter: Burning Your Boats: The Collected Short Stories
    Boldly written, clever, hilarious, and strange. There's none like her. "The Fall River Axe Murders" remains one of my favorite all-time stories.

  • Anton Chekhov: Stories of Anton Chekhov

    Anton Chekhov: Stories of Anton Chekhov
    How could you not? Honestly, it took me awhile to appreciate the genius of Chekhov's stories, but it was only a matter of time.

  • Dorothy Day: Dorothy Day: Selected Writings

    Dorothy Day: Dorothy Day: Selected Writings
    A well-edited text of Day's writing, and her life committed to a personalist approach to poverty and active nonviolence. I never was stunned by her writing, by I found myself reaching for it again and again. There's something that keeps calling me back to it...

  • Joan Didion: Slouching Towards Bethlehem: Essays

    Joan Didion: Slouching Towards Bethlehem: Essays
    I've never read anybody who thinks like her.

  • Fyodor Dostoevsky: The Brothers Karamazov

    Fyodor Dostoevsky: The Brothers Karamazov
    I fell in love with it in college; I'm loyal to it today. It's got murder, intrigue, and a brilliant scope.

  • Gabriel Garcia Marquez: One Hundred Years of Solitude

    Gabriel Garcia Marquez: One Hundred Years of Solitude
    Right on.

  • Milan Kundera: The Unbearable Lightness of Being

    Milan Kundera: The Unbearable Lightness of Being
    A novel that crushes the heart and the brain. In a good way.

  • Anne Michaels: Fugitive Pieces

    Anne Michaels: Fugitive Pieces
    A novel I'd never heard of, by a writer I'd never heard of, mailed to me unexpectedly by a British fellow I'd only known for two weeks. Now, when people throw that "favorite book" question at me, I always, always name this one.

  • Flannery O'Connor: The Complete Stories

    Flannery O'Connor: The Complete Stories
    Stories with dark edges and beating hearts, sharp social satire and a load of humor.

  • Marilynne Robinson: Gilead

    Marilynne Robinson: Gilead
    I bought this novel as a hardcover, without ever having read a word of Robinson's writing before. A rare case. And beyond worth it.

  • Peter Turchi: Maps of the Imagination: The Writer as Cartographer

    Peter Turchi: Maps of the Imagination: The Writer as Cartographer
    A clever book with gorgeous and eclectic illustrations, Turchi is in true affable form as he seeks to capture the nature of seeking...both on the page and in the world.

  • Virginia Woolf: A Room of One's Own

    Virginia Woolf: A Room of One's Own
    Let's just say it's a classic for a reason.

  • Isak Dinesen: Out of Africa and Shadows on the Grass

    Isak Dinesen: Out of Africa and Shadows on the Grass
    Natch.

  • Alison Bechdel: Fun Home: A Family Tragicomic

    Alison Bechdel: Fun Home: A Family Tragicomic
    Fun Home is a timeshifting, living memory sort of story that leaves the chains of chronology far behind ... Bechdel plays at the ideas of artiface and fiction, using Camus, Proust, Nin, Fitzgerald and many other writers to tell the story of the 'reality' of the love, pain, and identity in a bookish family. Read my full review here.

  • Maurice Manning: Bucolics

    Maurice Manning: Bucolics
    Haunting and funny, innovative and heartening, this collection of seventy untitled, unpunctuated poems features a nameless narrator talking to his creator, whom he calls 'boss.' It moves like a reverie and it strikes deep. Read my full review here.

  • Charles D'Ambrosio: Orphans
    The eleven essays are haunting, hallucinatory, and so sharp-eyed that it rattles the bones. D'Ambrosio moves among landscapes like a watchful ghost--from oddball modular homes in Washington state, to the infamous Hell House, from Seattle in 1974 to a Russian orphanage, from a tent on a cold ocean beach to a utopian experiment in small town Texas to a courthouse multiplex where a teacher's on trial for becoming pregnant by her 13-year-old student. Read my full review here.
  • Michael Pollan: The Omnivore's Dilemma: A Natural History of Four Meals

    Michael Pollan: The Omnivore's Dilemma: A Natural History of Four Meals
    Hyped? Yes. And it deserves every bit of it and more. This is an astonishing, engaging, hilarious and revelatory book that should be required reading for every American. At least every American that eats.

  • Edith Wharton: House of Mirth

    Edith Wharton: House of Mirth
    I tell you, it was fraught; this is a great book that I viscerally responded to. So engrossing is the tale of Lily Bart and New York society at the turn of the twentieth century, we ended up bringing that second copy home and continuing to read til 3 a.m (there was a short spaghetti break). Read my full review here.

  • Harper Lee: To Kill a Mockingbird

    Harper Lee: To Kill a Mockingbird
    It's perfect.

  • Ken Kesey: One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest

    Ken Kesey: One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest

  • Thornton Wilder: The Bridge of San Luis Rey

    Thornton Wilder: The Bridge of San Luis Rey

  • : The Autobiography of Malcolm X : As Told to Alex Haley

    The Autobiography of Malcolm X : As Told to Alex Haley
    On the forty-third anniversary of Malcolm X's murder, I wrote about his life, his legacy and the warped way I'd learned of both until I read this brilliant book. Read it (that is, my reflection) here.

  • Per Petterson: Out Stealing Horses

    Per Petterson: Out Stealing Horses
    And time: Petterson's collage of chronology plays like a human memory, feeding on associations and surprising juxtapositions, making the familiar revelatory. It is crafted of many long lines and leaps of moodiness and knowing. There is suspense and mystery in Out Stealing Horses--but it hardly moves like a step-by-step thriller; Petterson performs the writerly miracle of making mysterious what we already know has happened. And that "what" that has happened isn't itself easily defined, even as I can feel it's weight. See my full review here.

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August 05, 2006

Richard Bausch's 'unfinished' stories

I read somewhere that the ending of a story or novel is successful when it both culminates and continues the preceding text. Or, as Flannery O’Conner describes the same concept, a working ending is one that “gains altitude.” I’m intrigued by the concept of an ending that accomplishes two seemingly contradictory tasks simultaneously—that a conclusion continues a story even as it ends it.

There’s one kind of ending that I’ve been thinking about since I read through The Stories of Richard Bausch: the “unfinished” ending. That is, the ending in which at least one of the primary points of tension remains unresolved.  Bausch seems to like this device. In “What Feels Like the World,” we never learn whether Brenda makes the vault. In “The Fireman’s Wife,” we never see Jane leave Martin. Even in “Someone to Watch Over Me,” the tension between Marlee and Ted is never resolved; it’s merely delayed.

“Unjust” is Bausch's tale of Coleman, a man accused of sexual harassment. The incident is likely to lose him his job. It creates tension with his wife Peg—and there’re textual hints that Peg has reason to be upset. Meanwhile, Coleman’s daughter, whose name-change hasn’t helped her stagnant Hollywood career, returns for the first time in three years. She’s carrying the child of a scruffy husband with whom she cannot stop arguing. Both baby and husband are a surprise to her parents.

Neck-deep in the pressure, Coleman escapes the house and walks outside. He sees his neighbor once again verbally abusing his son. This is Coleman’s catalyst. He charges across the backyards and hits the guy, causing the young son to weep and feebly fight back. The story ends like this:

“'Everett,' Peg says, crying. 'Please.'
And now Wilkins’s wife shouts from their porch. 'I’ve called the police. Do you hear me, Everett Coleman? I’ve called the police. The police are on their way.'
Coleman walks across to his own yard and on, toward the house. Wilkins is being helped up, wife on one side, the boy on the other. Peg, still crying, watches them, standing at the edge of the gravel lane. Janine/Anya and Lucky are a few feet behind her, arm in arm, looking like two people huddled against a cold wind. Peg turns and looks at him, and then the others do, too.
'I’m waiting here,' he shouts, almost choking on the words. 'Just let them come.'
'God,' Peg says.
'I’m waiting,' he calls to her, to them. To all of them."

And we’re left waiting too. The big blasts that Bausch hits us with in the text, the ones that appeal to our instincts for suspense, are never resolved. By ending where he does, we must conclude that the real story is not about the conflict over harassment charges, or even about the fate of his marriage, or his relationship with his daughter. Ultimately, as Coleman acts out against the threat he feels from everyone around him, the ending illustrates that his instinct to defend and preserve himself is the heart of the story, rather than any of the aforementioned plot elements themselves. The ‘unfinished’ nature of the story underscores the family’s missed connections, or the fundamental sense of absence that drives the story.

Bausch’s primary preparation for the ‘unfinished’ ending is to maintain a theme of things unfinished throughout the text. Early on, for example, we see it manifest in Coleman and Peg’s home, the foreground of the story..."a streaked, unformed, slapdash confusion." We see the unfinished setting spill into how the characters directly relate to each other. Incomplete conversations are ubiquitous in this story, and, like the unfinished setting, they function to better prepare for an ‘unfinished’ ending.

And another thing: tense. The present tense successfully captures the uncertainty of the story "Unjust" in a way that past tense could not. Use of the past tense would make moot the major tensions of each story by default of being in the past. These stories work to make us alert to the unfinished; their very themes rely on the unfinished (as in, unfinished lives). Past tense would apply a sense of the ‘finished’ to the stories, and thus undercut Bausch’s efforts. Instead, Bausch’s point-of-view choice results in a sense of the past and present merging upon each other—a sense, I might note, that I’ve been working to create in a story of mine that uses the same third-person present-tense as these two.

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I just bought this collection a few weeks ago and it sits waiting for me to read, read, read it. I'll finish ZZ Packer and take a gander. Your post has me all tickled and inspired!

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