Spelling– Alice Munro

Alice Munro – July 10, 1931

I don’t think any introduction is need of Alice Munro. Plenty of information online and plenty of reviews of her work...even reviews of this very story. Why should I add my review?

The story was fine on all accounts. It didn’t knock me off my feet. What it did do is what these stories are supposed to do – either educate, jump start the pursuit of a portion of knowledge or ignite a stream of reflection.

“Spelling” set me off on thinking about the lives of my parents as they grow older – specifically, how I will interact with them.

Was this the intention of Munro? Well, that’s the beauty of the short, the power to move minds.

Over the past 9 years, it seems that the change in my parents have become more evident. My father of course has ALZ. Early diagnosis. He lives in PA. so I rarely see him but when I do, the effects of the disease are pretty noticeable.

Concerning my mother, I see her weekly because we live in the same city. I think that I noticed the biggest change in her a couple of years after our return from Romania.

How will I deal with them when they are well into their senior years? Because of what ALZ does, I can only expect the worst for my dad. How will it impact my life, our lives?

Score 7 out of 10.

Falling off the Scaffold – Lyn Coffin

Lyn Coffin - November 12, 1943

I’ve had some trouble with some of the experimental prose that Oates has chosen to include in this volume and I suppose I should say there was trouble with the submissions Solotaroff made.

I think though that I would be correct in labeling “falling off the Scaffold” as a bit out of the ordinary for a short story...so would it qualify as experimental?

What is the definition of experimental in literature and who has the power to define it? Am I viewing this as experimental through the lens of 1979 or am I bringing my 2009 eyes into judging it? Tough to say.

I define it as experimental because this is my blog, my writing and me having a conversation with myself.

Coffin creates a world where a writer of poetry and short stories conducts a correspondence course with a writing instructor and delivers an interesting look into the relationship between artists. It was a short glimpse and one that I found myself feeling a bit uncomfortable reading at times because of the reactions that the two characters gave to each other concerning the poets work. I enjoyed reading a bit of poetry within the story as well as shorts contained within the short. I felt that the poet/short story character toyed with the professor. She was batting him around more than seeking his criticism and advice...and he seems to be of course, full of himself, not shaping and developing the author but stroking his own feathers.

Coffin offers writing consultancy services in the real world...interesting after reading this selection. I feel though that the insight that she could provide would be genuine.

What did “Falling off the Scaffold” give me?

I have trouble with criticism, and I think that when I finally break down and start writing “for real” this is what will provide me with the most anxiety. The criticism. I have trouble with editors and I have trouble seeing their eye as just an editor’s eye...I see them hacking and slicing and manipulating more than what is just created by me...I see them attacking and changing ME.

This is an incorrect assessment of what they do and I think though that one of the reasons why I am afraid to really write is because I fear the criticism.

I’ll find a way over this, and perhaps this whole exercise I am engaged in now is allowing me a bit of that.

Lyn Coffin. She has had and continues to have, and what seems to be a wonderful life. A successful poet in the past through today...and from what I understand, this is no small feat. I mean, being a poet is HARD. Do Americans read poetry? She has quite an online presence and even a Facebook page. This shouldn’t surprise me, as after researching Coffin, one can tell that she is quite a progressive woman.

This pushing of limits/boundaries made Coffin into what she is today. I respect her for this and I intend to write her and give her a big thumbs up on this fine work.

Score – 8 out of 10.

Plaisir d’Amour - Lynne Sharon Schwartz

Lynne Sharon Schwartz March 19, 1939

The last time I encountered Schwartz, it was for her story “Rough Strife”. I was brief, and rushed in my review of both her story and a deeper investigation into her bio. Lucky me though, she is included in BASS 1979 and I think in a bit we’ll see why Oates chose her.

In researching Schwartz, I discovered that she is and has produced a decent amount of work. A steady stream. 2007 saw the last time she and I would expect another book to come out soon.

Here are a few quotes from online sources that I found need to be reproduced.

"She writes of those things that constitute our lives," commented James Kaufmann in the Los Angeles Times, that "show us how what we do and what's done to us slowly accumulate to make us what we are."

Although Schwartz knew from an early age that she wanted to be a writer, she did not begin taking her work seriously until she was over thirty. While working on her Ph.D. at New York University, she realized the time was right: "Suddenly it dawned on me: I was a little over 30, and if I was going to write, I'd better write," Schwartz told Wendy Smith in a Publishers Weekly interview. Realizing that she no longer had to live "the way it was done" she told Smith, she abandoned her graduate studies and concentrated solely on fiction writing.

Schwartz related the key objective of all her writing to Smith: "Beneath all the layers of dailiness, the commonplace that I write about, I really try to get at these things that nobody wants to look at."

I find this last quote particularly interesting especially if you look back at my page on JCO.

Let’s look deeper into the story, Plaisir d’Amour, and what I gained from it.

It allowed me to venture into thoughts again of what my life would be, or what the life of my wife would be, if either of us died and were left alone.

I think married couples have these thoughts from time to time and I believe that they can be healthy...a way to solidify the love that one has for their spouse.

I have thought of what my life would be like without M. I know that I would not be where I am today if it were not for our marriage. My health, my sanity etc. I think that problems with diet, alcohol and just my general mental health would be quite severe.

Knowing this, when I think of the very real possibility of loosing her, and this is a real possibility for any of us, I can become quite emotional. We are such fragile beings, and in this world, we place ourselves in such situations that our lives can be drastically altered in seconds. We wake living in one world and by lunch, that world could seem as if were just our imagination.

I wonder if I would sink into depression. Would I loose my mind, my health...start drinking...what would I do? Would I be strong?

As it stands now, I know that I could never be with another. My life would never be the same. I would have to continue though this daily grind ALONE.

I just can’t imagine it. How we met, the circumstances...there can be only one, and M is it.

I reflected on this subject not too long ago when I discovered that Joyce Carol Oates remarried so soon after Raymond Smith, her husband, died.

I just couldn’t understand it. I always saw Oates as a strong woman...one that would continue through life with his memory. Now, it’s like she just dropped another man into Raymond’s place.

I of course, have no idea what she is going through. It was just so startling to see the new marriage.

The love between Oates and Smith seemed so strong and true. But again, I never saw what happened behind the doors of her house. None of us did.

So, in conclusion, I found great pleasure in this story. It accomplished many things and allowed me plenty of introspection, reflection and contemplation.

Score: 9 out of 10.

Some Manhattan in New England – Peter LaSalle

Peter LaSalle

Born May 27, 1947

Whew...this was a tough one. I reaaaaallly had to concentrate to make it through this story. I wonder if my modern ADD mind was not ready for a story crafted as this was. To make it short and sweet, I found another entry into BASS that just didn’t make it onto my list of stories that will remain with me.

What did the story gift me with? Well, to be a jerk, it didn’t give me much, but stole about 20 minutes of my life.

I suppose though that I have been in situations where I have wasted 20 minutes in a worse way. Thinking of that, I need to carry this book with me more. The problem I have though is that I have a tough time reading in areas where distractions are abundant. I’m also afraid that I’ll loose my book. I think I lost one of my O. Henry prize books before, and I think there is a subconscious drive in me that forbids me from carrying books into public.

Reading about LaSalle, and all of his past writings and awards, I was upset with the selection Oates provided.

For the life of me, I could not figure out where this story was going or from where it came.

I will though give it a point for providing me with a couple of sentences that will stick with me (unlike the rest of the story).

“After I died, I returned to the mill city to visit him as a visible ghost on June 15, 1953. I loved him so much that I wanted to hug him right there. I wanted to tell him that although I was dead, real love somehow goes beyond that. But we argued again, and it was never said.”

Score 4 out of 10.