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![]() Click for words events Hungry heart Fiction Review
If you believe in the short story, the real short story, then
you're halfway there. A story can be a paragraph or eighty pages long
and deliver the same seizing crescendo of a monstrous text. Even if a
collection of shorts doesn't have the power of a Raymond Chandler
assembly or the bittersweet hilarity of life like Salinger's "Nine
Stories," there's still a hovering mystery that surrounds individual
stories crammed together for release. Much like tracking a record album,
it's all a matter of pacing and timing, ambition and restraint.
Dave Eggers didn't change the world of fiction with "You Shall Know
Our Velocity," his follow-up to the uber-popular "A Heartbreaking Work
of Staggering Genius," though it can be said that "Velocity" stays
intriguing even when Eggers rolls the dice. Now he presents "How We Are
Hungry," a collection of shorts he's written over the last five years or
so. Some of them have appeared elsewhere, like in Zoetrope or The New
Yorker, but the majority are brand new tales, and after the first few
stories it's apparent that this book is the best thing he's been a part
of in a long while, a return to creative form that his following must
have been longing for. He can get caught up in his own cleverness,
something even he could admit to, but most of his new ideas flow
smoothly through the pages and prolonged sentences.
As always, Eggers finds his place between outrageous humor and
disastrous sadness, and his settings span the globe. Titles like "After
I Was Thrown in a River and Before I Drowned" and "Climbing to the
Window, Pretending to Dance" reveal plots of utter physical or mental
breakdown, and much like the rest of the collection, don't quit
resonating until long after the last sentence is finished. In "The Only
Meaning of the Oil-Wet Water," God threatens the ocean with
annihilation, but the ocean responds defensively: "You have no idea
what's happened to me." In a lot of ways, we still don't know everything
that's happened to Eggers, but we're starting to find out.
How We Are Hungry
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