The Best American Short Stories - 1985

So, here we are “The Best American Short Stories 1985”.

Let’s take a look at how this book landed in my collection. Back in August 2009, I requested several books for my birthday…the books that would fill out my collection of the BASS anthology.

The good folks over at Better World Books made it quite simple for me by having the four years I need to round things out.

A few quick clicks on the “purchase” button and the books were on their way. ’80 ’81 ’82 and 85 sent right to my mailbox.

They make it pretty easy by having such a massive collection. One of the things I like about BWB is that they sell former old books. Some people may have a problem with this but I happen to find it really special. The books have a little more character.

I like to take a look at what library they came from and then explore their former home.

BASS 1985 came from the “Saratoga Springs Public Library”. It look like it entered their collection in October of 1985. The book is in pretty good shape. The pages are a little yellowed but overall, it’s sturdy and looks like it will survive the next several months traveling with me to and from work. I have no idea how the book ended up at BWB. Perhaps it was donated by the library…or acquired in a bulk purchase by BWB.

I’d like to think that I will finish this volume quicker than 1984. I really don’t know what happened with that year…

Taking a look at some of the authors listed on the back, I find some familiar names-

Joyce Carol Oates

Sharon Sheehe Stark

Joy Williams

Jane Smiley

Wright Morris

It’s hard to tell how well this book did in circulation. The old due date card is missing from the pocket in the back of the book. I suppose that every library has its own reason for pulling a book from its collection. I think it’s safe to assume that the book spent at least 22 years on the shelves of the Public Library. That’s quite an impressive run.

Well, I’m happy someone decided to pull “1985” from the stacks and allow it to travel to me.

SSPL has a presence on Facebook and looking around their page, they are doing a fine job of utilizing that social networking service. The library building itself is beautiful…according to their webpage it was completed in 1995.

And with that – onto the reading of 1985.

The Best American Short Stories 1984 - Completed!

I’m letting out a deep sigh I as write this closing for “The Best American Short Stories 1984”.

I had such high hopes for myself when I started this anthology. I felt that I would attack it and read through it with all the gusto as say…the John Gardner edited anthology.

Perhaps I didn’t want to finish this collection. Honestly, the stories collected here by Updike were outstanding. Collected, I think I have enjoyed them the most of all the BASS I have read to this date.

Of course, I did wonderful job of throwing obstacles up in front of my progress.

I read Ian Frazier’s rather large book - “Travels in Siberia” (absolutely wonderful). And reading this book pushed me into my Russian phase which caused me to start this new blog -

http://sonandrussians.blogspot.com/

I’ve spent a good amount of time reading and writing about Tolstoy’s “Resurrection” as my first selection for that journal.

So, in closing, here is the breakdown for BASS 1984

It took -

2 months 29 days

or

12 weeks six days

or

90 days

or

64 week days

Which works out to

One story every 4.5 days.

Gender profile of the anthology - 12 men and 8 women.

Stories from representing certain magazines more than once. - 5 from The New Yorker, 2 from The Georgia review, 2 from The Greensboro Review.

Goodbye John Updike and thanks for some great reads.

Now…1985 is approaching quickly!

Caddies’ Day – Jeanne Schinto

Jeanne Schinto - December 19, 1951

“Dang!” I thought as I saw the title of this final short of BASS 1984.

“A frigg’in sports story…ugh…how I dislike sports stories…”

Well…a sports story I did not get.

It would be too easy for me to write an entry on my feelings concerning our cultures objectification of women…of girls and of youth.

It would be the easy way out, and honestly, the easy way looks pretty good considering the time it has taken me to get through this anthology. I’d simply like to write a couple of paragraphs of my thoughts covering the above and then consider what I would write about in my entry which would close out the BASS 1984.

But…

‘ol Mr. Updike has given me a nice treat in the form of a really good story by Jeanne Schinto. He’s not letting me go just yet.

Good for him.

Nice technique.

But the real credit of course goes to Schinto – It’s her story that provides the reader of the anthology with a fine ending as well as a few things to consider.

As with the other authors I read, I looked Schinto up. Turns out she is still a writer – a journalist. She has a Facebook page so I decided to shoot her a quick message.

She was kind enough to reply before the evening was through.

She wrote that “Caddies’ Day had been rejected by 27 magazines before Greensboro Review took it. She also included this little P.S. - “I see that you're upside down in your FB photo, just like the narrator of my story was, briefly!”

This little sentence added another position in my observation of the story.

Here is my FB photo.

I like the photo because it’s my subtle way of encouraging people who see it and inquire about it to look at the world from a different perspective.

I make a conscious effort daily in most encounters and situations that I find myself in – to position myself differently in order to see what could be hidden or if there is a message that I am missing by approaching things from the “normal” “upright” vantage point.

Was the narrator of this short hung upside down so that she could see the world as it was? Maybe…that could be one interpretation. I though think that for that instant she was hung upside down, she was simply placed in that position to “really” be made aware of her powerlessness.

The men could have continued with their teasing and touching…honestly, their fondling of this young girl – and that too would have conveyed the same message to her. She has no power in this world.

Why was this girl there? Did she venture so close to these men/boys to purposely be fondled? Was it her fault?

Today, in our culture, I think that young girls are being told it’s OK to walk down that path near the Caddies. It’s OK to let them touch you and hang you upside down. There is an excitement to flirt with them and the danger that accompanies the situation you are placing yourself in…you are empowered.

-Wrong-

It’s not safe to walk near the Caddies - it’s not OK to let them fondle you – to hang you upside down.

Sometimes clearer heads to not step in and stop the action. Sometimes things go too far.

I think our culture has done a great disservice to the young women in this country by objectifying them. Youth (very young) and beauty (not natural beauty) are worshipped.

We need to turn ourselves upside down and realize what we have done and are doing to our future. Although - at times I’m afraid it’s too late.

Foreign Shores – James Salter

James Salter - June 10, 1925

Salter’s inclusion by Updike should come as no surprise to those familiar with the works of both authors.

I felt that this was a very masculine story even though it was soaked with two strong female characters. Surprising to me, I felt that the young boy in the story was the strongest of the characters – his presence - his limited lines - they carried a power.

I like the way Salter writes. If you are familiar with my writings here on this journal, you should have a general idea of the sort of writing that I am attracted to. I do enjoy the beautiful turn of phrase and a classical style…but at the same time, I like the brute force of a nice string of sentences that startle the reader. I don’t disapprove the use of a startling scene or a situation that makes the reader uncomfortable (sexually…or morally) because I think that this technique employed correctly by a writer is what makes literature so…well…damn good ( see the works of Joyce Carol Oates). Salter is another writer where I can say “if I were a writer…I’d like to write like him”.

Letters and their contents.

It’s unfortunate that letter writing has fallen out of our culture. Rather than finding a drawer full of letters hiding secrets (as in this story), we find unlocked email accounts and steamy text messages on cell phones.

Electronic characters rather than ink scratched into paper.

Messages that can disappear in old electronic archive folders hidden behind passwords never to be seen by a son or daughter searching for the origins of her parent’s relationship.

We have become so good at hiding who we are – who we choose to present to the world. It’s nearly impossible to really know another person.

Husbands and wives, brothers and sisters, sons and daughters, parents and best friends – all remain a mystery to each other for entire lifetimes.

It can be what makes relationships so wonderful – the exploration…or so tragic – the discovery.