2018 Short Story Advent Calendar Unveiling: December 17
The swelling is slowly abating in my mouth, plus, I enjoyed today’s story. Things are looking up for me!
I started reading this book in Canada, and I finished reading it in Germany. This doesn’t really have anything to do with the way I enjoyed it, I just wanted to brag about the fact that I’m travelling to fun places right now. Instead of taking pictures of books with my cats, I’m including photos…
I’m squeaking this video in at the last minute here, which is probably a sign of things to come as Christmas draws nearer. But doesn’t the tree look so nice, all lit up as it gets darker outside? One of the few benefits of not recording this video earlier in the day I suppose. Anyway,…
Its fabulous title originally drew me to the short story collection Not the Apocalypse I Was Hoping For by Leslie Greentree, but the fact that it’s a locally published and authored work, right here in Calgary at the University of Calgary Press, was reason enough for me to read this one; I love a book…
I got up super early to film this today, so the lighting is bad and I’m wearing glasses. And my trusty bathrobe makes its first appearance. Still, I’m committed to this thing and I’m going to see it through! Also, this story is hilarious and highly recommended.
I’ve got a brand new background for ya today! And some insights from my husband on this latest short story which has a very creative title (wink wink).
I absolutely loved today’s story (ies) from Stephen Leacock-a Canadian treasure for sure! I was just talking about him to FictionFan a few weeks ago, so very timely indeed.
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I remember a friend loving Rufus W. around 2000, so you’re likely not far off!
phew!
Agree to disagree about this story. This one wasn’t for me. I’m not really sure what the point of it was, but at least the female protagonist seemed to be in charge this time. There were some clever turns of phrases throughout, but I liked the writing at the beginning of the story better than the end. I loved his description of nature, and it was hard to tell from the way the first encounter was portrayed whether he was writing about an actual deer, e.g., page 5, “He got down on his haunches, laid a hand to his long, skinny knee…”. But no magic realism here…nothing magical at all, really.
I agree; it does leave the reader more in and of the moment when you don’t place the story in a specific time.
I wouldn’t say I LOVED this story, but I did like it more than others. The calendar seems to be quite polarizing this year, which is half the fun :)
Kevin Barry was recommended to me by another reviewer years ago as a newcomer to watch – needless to say, I never got around to reading any of his stuff! Apart from the swearing, this sounds good. I may even add one of his short story collections to my wishlist…