The Introduction

I’m on my third reading of the introduction.  I have started reading the stories, and am about ½ way through the collection, but as you can see, I have yet to comment on any of them. 

I suppose some of this is to a desire to comment on the introduction. 

I intended to completely trash the introduction -  really lay into the guy and pronounce him full of himself.  Once again, delaying writing anything about the actual book, I decided to see what I could find about Ted.

 Much to my surprise, the first entry that pops up on Google is his obit in the NYT. 

So, there we are.  The NYT did a nice job in summing up his life (as they usually do), and with that they also created the need in me to discover a bit more about my search subject. 

Printed out 3 articles, made it through two and started on the 3rd reading of the introduction feeling that I should give Ted one more shot...since he is dead now.  I owe that to him at least. 

Looking over the notes along the margins of the book that I have scribbled, I can see that I am not being too harsh.  I still hold fast to the thought that I think he is a bit long. Perhaps I am not accustomed to the writing of 1977-78.  These were lazy days.  People read.  There was no competition for our attention- TV-radio-movies-drugs, maybe.

It seems that there was some money spent on this book though.  Nice thick paper, sewn pages and Ted writing for pages and pages.

 

 

So, here we go. 

 

The introduction

 

 

BASS 1978 is the first year that a guest editor was brought in to edit the volume.  Knowing now, what this has done to the series, one can only praise the individual who had this idea stumble into their head. 

 

In 1978, there is a short introduction by the publisher (H M Co,) explaining the shift to this guest editor format.  There is also the revelation that the guest editor will be guided, in a way, by a series editor Shannon Ravenel (series editor 1978-1990).  It will be Shannon’s job to read hundreds...many hundreds of short stories (the luck and the discipline of this woman is astounding!), and whittle those down to a manageable pile to present to Ted who in turn will make his selection form those to include in the BASS.  Ted also is able to make selections from stories he happens upon himself.  He is not totally restricted to Shannon’s filter.  I found it wonderfully interesting, and perhaps a little slight was made at Shannon, for the position he was in, that he had to select from what she provided. 

 

Ted opens his introduction with a report on the state of the American (North American) short story.  Ted informs us that he intends to present to us what he defines to be a short story strictly in that sense.  No deviation of what most would consider a typical “short story” no “experimental or really innovative presentations of prose. 

I think this is fine. 

He states the he wants to present to us “the waif of the magazine and publishing industry”.

 

Ted then, in what seems an effort to fill pages, starts to list off several stories that he decided not to include in the collection. 

 

Dude, stop wasting my time.

 

 It is not until the 5th page of writing that  we get to the real meat of the introduction.  Previous pages were taken up by Ted writing looooong about his process and how many stories he had to read and how he was bummed that he didn’t include certain stories. 

 

Ted introduces the stories he chose, and gives reason to why he chose those particular stories.  I feel that this is a bit unnecessary because he can just let the stories speak for themselves without him lending his voice to them.  I think it is difficult to read the stories once you get to them without hearing Ted in the background whispering into your ear

 “See, wasn’t I a smart guy for picking this?”

 

“Remember I told you exactly why I choose it?” 

 

Pages 13-30 make up the introduction.  Honestly...is it really necessary?  You are the editor you are not one of the authors.  Let them have their place, and let the reader admire you for the fact that you chose this story. 

 

I think that I wrote at the beginning of this entry that I would be a bit more forgiving to Ted since he is dead.  Well, after slogging through the introduction...struggling through the introduction, and actually getting pissed off every page that I turned finding that there was more introduction to be read, I could no longer help myself from lashing out at the guy. 

He wrote to hear his voice. 

He killed the intro.

It’s like eating a crappy appetizer at a wonderful restaurant that ruins your entire meal.

 

I want a collection with stories, not pages from an editor grinding me down attempting to prove his intellect. 

Well...no shit. 10/9/1928 - 8/8/2008


http://www.nytimes.com/2008/08/12/books/12solotaroff.html

Excuses are like...

Excuses are like...
This is turning out to be more about my excuses for not writing and posting than actual reading and writing. I suppose this is all about development.
Here are my excuses and I think they are pretty valid.
You have no choice but to accept them just as I have.
We will suffer together.
First -I was training for, and finished my first marathon. Due to the fact that all of my training takes place early in the morning, that pretty much knocks out morning reading. Days between runs are taken up by cross training.
Second – I discovered DFW, and I bought IJ. I then began to read everything I could about DFW, and once I obtained a copy of IJ, I began reading it.
Third – Through my readings about DFW, I discovered that he enjoyed Stephen King’s book “The Stand”. Setting IJ aside, I borrowed “the Stand” and plowed through 600 or so pages of it before I discovered that I was bored with it and returned it to the library..
I have now picked up another book called “Sashenka” (Russian themed) and since I am obsessed with Russia (as you will soon realize) I had to start reading this book. I am about 60 pages into it, and honestly, it really isn’t doing anything for me so I am now at the point where I think I will be picking up the BASS once again.
So, I am great at making excuses, and the presence of this blog really hasn’t done anything to get me motivated to read and report. I suppose that also illustrates my lack of discipline.

Update and great news!


The reading of stories from the BASS 1978 is going well. Overall story quality after first readings – average. No real standouts.
I have been plagued by the Olympics bug, and that has kept me from making entries and reviews of the stories.

They will be up shortly!


The other problem is the constant appearance of new books in my hands.


It really is a mystery.

I have this bad habit of shifting from book to book.


My birthday was last week, and I was able to make a significant purchase.

The following years are now in transit and should be arriving soon!


The Best American Short Stories 1983

The Best American Short Stories 1984

The Best American Short Stories 1986

The Best American Short Stories 1987

The Best American Short Stories 1996

The Best American Short Stories 1997

The Best American Short Stories 1998


All of these titles for a whopping 25 bucks! I’m ready to add them to my shelf.


But, on a sad note, I had the remaining books to fill out my entire collection in my Amazon shopping cart, and financial obligations forced me to shift them out and place them into a holding pattern for now. I was bummed...but we gotta eat!

Contents



Listed below are the contents:

The Best American Short Stories 1978 ed. Ted Solotaroff & Shannon Ravenel

xiii • IntroductionTed Solotaroff

1 • Skaters on WoodLeslie Epstein Esquire, 1977

26 • TranslationJoyce Carol Oates TriQuarterly, 1977

46 • A Good LoserElizabeth Cullinan New Yorker, 1977

65 • Verona: A Young Woman SpeaksHarold Brodkey Esquire Jul ’77

72 • The SchreuderspitzeMark Helprin New Yorker Jan 10 ’77

98 • In the Miro DistrictPeter Taylor New Yorker, 1977

136 • The Blacktop Champion of Ickey HoneyRobert T. Sorrells American Review Nov ’77

163 • Main Street MorningNatalie L. M. Petesch New Letters, 1977

177 • Murphy Jones: Pearblossom, CaliforniaMax Schott Ascent, 1977

192 • PsychopolisIan McEwan American Review, 1977

212 • By the Yellow LakePeter Marsh New Yorker, 1977

223 • The Conventional WisdomStanley Elkin American Review Nov ’77

248 • RedemptionJohn Gardner Atlantic Monthly, 1977

262 • Rough StrifeLynne Sharon Schwartz The Ontario Review Fll-Win ’77

282 • The Windmill ManTim McCarthy The Colorado Quarterly, 1977

292 • Telling the BeesL. Hluchan Sintetos Prairie Schooner, 1977

303 • BromeliadsJoy Williams The Cornell Review, 1977

310 • Two ScenesJane Bowles Antæus, 1977

316 • DecadesGilbert Sorrentino Esquire, 1977

329 • In Miami, Last WinterJames Kaplan Esquire, 1977

354 • The Return of ServiceJonathan Baumbach American Review Nov ’77

363 • StausMary Ann Malinchak Rishel The Hudson Review Sum ’77

Getting started


There it is, The Best American Short Story anthology of 1978.


I was a worried that I would have difficulty finding a copy.


I should say a copy that I could afford. There are/were several copies out there floating around, but finding one for the price I could afford was difficult.


I saw a copy several months ago on Amazon, and failed to make the purchase, and when I was able to make the purchase, someone had scooped it up. I sought a copy out on ABE Books, and was able to make the purchase from them. I was very happy with the price I paid, and I could hardly wait for the package to arrive.


As I stated in my earlier post, I think that the discussion and review of the 1978 collection will be my starting point.


A bit about the book physically. Overall it is in good shape. No dust jacket and I’m not sure if it ever had one. It is a former Public Library book with all of the expected markings. I am attempting to find out where this book lived in the past, and I have two candidates with the second state being my guess at its former home.


There is a prominent stamp in the front of the book which reads:

“No longer property of Richmond Heights Public Library”.

and

There are several pages that contain stamps with numbers that were, for sure, some sort of library indexing numbers.


The two candidates:

Ohio - Richmond Heights library is a branch of the Cuyahoga county public library.

Missouri - Richmond Heights Memorial Library. This is my guess.


I sent an email message to the director of the Richmond Heights Memorial Library (name change in 1974) to ask if this particular book was once theirs. I have included the Library Directors response below.




Mr Hays,

I have been working at the Richmond Heights Memorial Library since March of 2000. That being the case I can only guess whether or not the stamp on the book in your possession could have come from here. My guess would be that yes, it could very well be the case that the stamp for withdrawing materials from the collection was not necessarily updated immediately when the name was changed. While the stamps to mark new materials being entered into the collection would probably have been a priority for updating, the stamps for withdrawing materials might have been a much lower priority.

This is conjecture on my part. Is there nothing left on the book of the original stamp stating ownership of the book? We currently stamp books in about three places with our current name and address. I am sure you have already searched for that.

Good luck in your quest.

Sincerely,

Jeanette Piquet, Director

Richmond Heights Memorial Library



Well, That’s good enough for me. I think that it’s great that she took the time to write and help me out.

Many thanks to her.

So, I’ll end this entry with that and get on with the reading. I will be making other entries from time to time concerning other points about the series and the particular edition I happen to be reading.




An introduction

I think a longer introduction to this exercise is needed to really pull out the reasons behind why I am attempting to read all of these stories. I shouldn’t say attempting, why I will read all is more like it.
I first discovered my attraction to the short story several years ago as I sat in a Laundromat early Saturday mornings. It was there, that I was able to read several stories in relative peace and really appreciate what the stories had to convey to me.
I will place the bulk of the blame for my addiction on the Journal “Glimmer Train”. We won’t see that name appear again for some time seeing that they didn’t start publishing until the early 1990’s.
Why 1978-2008? 30 years...it’s a nice number, and it’s the first year that the collection began to choose a different editor/selector every year. I also have the thought that as time goes by that I’ll change the 30 year to a new number and push back my starting year to 1972...my birth year.
So, enough with the introduction. Lets get to the reading and writing.

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