for anyone wondering where i’ve been getting the bulk of my most recent quotes from, i’ve been reading The Best American Short Stories 2010. the series has never let me down, although this is the first i’ve owned and actually attempted to read entirely. if you get a chance, buy it or check it out from the library or borrow it from me when i finish (probably in a few days now that summer has begun). i’m only just over half way through, but so far:
Safari by Jennifer Egan is the saddest, most beautiful piece of writing i’ve ever read. it compares to Hills Like White Elephants, i think.
Delicate Edible Birds by Lauren Groff is a very “what would i do in that situation?” type of story, although not until the end do you realize it.
Least Resistance by Wayne Harrison is too short, and i mean that in a good way. i read the last paragraph at the bottom of the page, and when i saw the start of a new story on the next page i swear i flipped that page back and forth trying to see if i missed something.
all of them have been a joy to read, and i would read them all again. by no means am i saying these three are the best, just ones i wanted to say something about. i could go into lavish detail about the rest too, but i’d rather you read them. so do it.
“If millions and millions of people who have never heard of Jesus are going to be tormented forever by God because they didn’t believe in the Jesus they’d never heard of, then at that point we will have far larger problems than a book by a pastor from Grand Rapids.”—Rob Bell
“The point, the moral, was how easy it was to make assumptions, how deadly your mistakes could be. How in failing to recognize something, you could harm it or kill it or at least fail to save it.”—Rebecca Makkai (Painted Ocean, Painted Ship)
Looking back, it’s always the little things that I remember. The way you wrinkle your nose when you laugh, the way you grip your fork, the softness of your smile, the way you hum in your sleep. When it came time to sweep you out of my life, all of the little things stuck behind. Like grains of sand in the cracks.