I spent more time than I’d like to admit on my hammock this week reading and re-reading short stories. And writing. And revising.
A.M. Homes, a brilliant writer for whom the word “brilliant” does scant justice, created something of a masterpiece in her piece “May We Be Forgiven.” The first line is fierce fierce fierce. It reads: “Was there ever a time you thought–I am doing this on purpose, I am fucking up and I don’t know why?”
And the story itself is just such a downright compelling story. I’m not sure I can adequately detail the thematic material in this piece. Find a copy. Really. Read it. It is incredible.
You’d think by now, after raving to just about anyone who will listen–actually, I should broaden that statement: anyone with ears–about Bergman’s story “Housewifely Arts,” I’d have read the collection in which the piece assumes its regal posture among other distinguished Bergman stories. But until recently, I had not.
But now I have. Reader, I have seen the light. And it cost less than fifteen dollars.
Bergman is gifted at excavating the interior worlds of her people and their intimate connections with the natural world. She does this with remarkable vision and clarity, tending to the specificity of protagonists who bespeak the universality of their situations.
I had a story, “Off Trajectory,” accepted to Baltimore Review. I am thankful and flattered and excited. I am very fortunate for this to be my second story to appear in the journal. Barbara Westwood Diehl, editor extraordinaire, is a gem. If you haven’t read her piece in Word Riot, do so now. It will shatter you as only the best stories, the most carefully-drawn pieces can.