There's a book I think you should consider buying for
Valentine's Day. It's called "The Ex-Files", a collection
of 28-short stories.
Here's a quote from the book's press release:
Arch humor, grisly survival stories, erotic nostalgia and tales of
romantic ruin all have their place in a collection as diverse in tone
as it is in literary technique. In these pages, surprising experimental
prose comes shoulder to shoulder with thoughtful, hard-edged eroticism;
muscular character- or story-based fiction shares bunk-beds with the
work of local colorists or memoirists, and satirists jostle stylists.
The Ex-Files is as much a portfolio of the diverse strategies being
explored by the current generation of literary artists as it is a
catalog of the ways modern love fades and can return to haunt us.
I think it's an interesting topic, and I think this book does
a good job covering a lot of ground, from the bittersweet to the
merely bitter. By looking at romance in the past tense, these stories
strip away the idea that real emotion happens only in
pure form. A lot of the poems on the Love Blender
hunt for that perfection:
they are pure happiness, pure sadness, pure joy, pure despair.
Some of that has to do with the form, it's not always easy to
cover ambiguous ideals in a few verses. These short stories are big enough
to capture the complexity of true life, small enough to be each enjoyed
in a single sitting.
The end of Elissa Wald's "Real Men" shows some of this ambiguity,
where a relationship that seems doomed from the start turns out to be
doomed after all.
There's only one aspect of the
whole thing that I do know for sure:
That night, the night we met in the air, Dean asked me, "What if I had
said all this two weeks ago? How would you have felt?"
And I imagine that scenario sometimes. I imagine myself saying goodbye,
I imagine myself thinking good riddance. He was right
when he said that if we went further and deeper, one of us was going to
really get hurt. So, in light of what happened afterward, do I wish it
had gone that way? Do I wish he'd made his proposal - the proposal to
just be friends -- two weeks earlier?
***
I've asked myself that so many times since, and if I were sworn to
tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, the only
honest answer I could give myself is no. No, because the memory and
mystery of that night is still worth everything to me -- everything
that came afterward, everything I carry around now. And all I know for
sure is that my answer will stay the same, even if it always stays as
heavy as it is, even if I never get to put it down, even if I will
always carry it alone.
The book is fifteen bucks. That seems like a lot, but it has got
a good heft to it, and I think will bring a reader more pleasure
than any two flicks picked at random from the local cinema. The website
associated with the book,
http://www.contextbooks.com/ex.html
seems to be a bit under construction, but does have the promised second part of
Paulina Borsook's "Love Over The Wires",
a really wonderful studying of
an illicit romance of two member of the wired intelligentsia.
So go get this book! You can
Get it from Amazon
(and kick back a very little bit to the Blender),
but who wants to wait? Go to your local bookseller- bonus points if it's not
one of those big monster chains.
It's a great read.
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