I’m reading a lot of short fiction lately. This fact surprises me. For years I’ve found the form distressingly miniature. Worse, quiescent. These are different.
The stories in Lorrie Moore’s collection Bark might be subtitled “Things That Are Not Enough, and What To Do About Them”.
Story trumps everything. I get that. But when I see a good story, or even a decent one, blighted by bad prose, it just makes me want to cry.
Sartoris is earnestly trying to follow the advice of agents and publishers who thunder that you need to read a hundred titles in your chosen genre before shopping your manuscript around. Or a hundred fifty, depending on whom you ask….