Take Richard Ford\u2019s new novel, Canada<\/em>. After I read a New York Times<\/em> book review purporting it\u2019s genius (and it is terrific, so far), I downloaded it onto my Kindle and began on the first of 400 or so pages. Then school started, with it a flurry of papers and assignments, and I tried to fit it in where I could. On the elliptical. In the car while driving to class. Shampooing in the shower. Yeah, exactly. It doesn\u2019t work. By the time I\u2019ve cracked open the Kindle again, I have to spend the first ten minutes just trying to reorient myself within the pages. Sorry, but that\u2019s not <\/em>the literary experience I want.<\/p>\n So how do we adjust to our modern time?<\/p>\n I vote the short story. What better form to occupy the tenuous space between long-form literature and fragment-style online writing? What better form to offer us the rejuvenating experience of one writer\u2019s pure, individual (edited) voice, as compared to the frenetic copy-pasting, quoting, and linking of blogs? What better form to supply a complete literary experience within a compact, tightly packed unit, all the more powerful for its quick, sharp punch?<\/p>\n Yes, I vote the short story. There are so many fantastic works, in so many fantastic styles\u2014not just contemporary authors, but our classic literary heroes, too. Just this month The New Yorker<\/em> published a Fitzgerald story.<\/p>\n Only a few months back, they published a very different kind of story, \u201cBlack Box,\u201d by Jennifer Egan, which was originally published in short bites of prose on Twitter. Egan\u2019s project demonstrated how the fragmented form of internet writing can create a new kind of literary experience. (Though she worked through a very new medium, she did <\/em>plan out the story for months beforehand with the trusty pen and notebook of writers of old.) Still, the story works well with the form, and it is a chilling, wonderful piece. You can read it online at The New Yorker\u00a0<\/em>here<\/a> if you subscribe.<\/p>\n Esquire<\/em> holds a summer short fiction contest. The Atlantic<\/em> has its yearly short fiction edition. Every year, The Best American Short Stories<\/em> collects the best of the best from the nation\u2019s top literary magazines, and both new and familiar names grace the pages.<\/p>\n Not to mention there are thousands more online from zines to short story data bases to the websites of standard literary magazine, and they\u2019re one of the only things you can find online for free. Yes, some stories are \u201csubscriber only\u201d but have you ever read a novel online for free? Ever? Yeah, me neither.<\/p>\n My goal for this blog in the future, then, is to engage the short story, especially those written by our contemporary authors. How are we defining ourselves, these days? What can our authors tell us about the world we live in, our systems of values, our means of perception?<\/p>\n I don\u2019t want to write a book review for a novel you won\u2019t have time to read. I don\u2019t want you to simply take my word for it, my own personal analysis that could exalt or condemn a book.<\/p>\n What I\u2019d like to offer you is an opportunity not only to read, but to engage. A fireside chat of a sorts, but let\u2019s call it a coffee break, or better yet\u2014a bourbon break. The goal is to enter together into a discussion of the works that affect us (and affect us because we have time to read them).<\/p>\n Here\u2019s what I plan to do: read short stories from a variety of publications, post the links, and discuss. No author wants you to simply move your eyes across the page and afterwards post on Goodreads <\/em>about your accomplishment. When they construct a story, they desire you to think, and to continue thinking.<\/p>\n A story is a silent conversation that passes from the writer to the reader. You may read about a character with a talking pig, but the situation will hopefully imply a far deeper meaning than what appears on the surface.<\/p>\n My goal is to explore, explicitly, this implicit conversation between the writer and the reader.<\/p>\n So with that, I\u2019ll return to this blog\u2019s title. Write drunk and edit sober,<\/em> an adjustment of the famous Hemingway quote that I\u2019ve adopted to have a new meaning\u2014to write with the heart and to edit with the mind.<\/p>\n For this project, I propose a similar mantra. How about \u201cRead drunk; analyze sober\u201d? Let\u2019s engage<\/em> with literature. Let\u2019s get drunk off it, drunk on emotion and the reverie of words and phrases. But then let\u2019s analyze. Let\u2019s look at author Q&A\u2019s. Let\u2019s consider what this literature does for us in our modern time.<\/p>\n Why am I right for this job? The same reason you are. We\u2019re interested minds who wish to engage with story\u2014that wonderful place where an author can craft art out of communication and reveal meaning in a series of contiguous events.<\/p>\n It\u2019s time to declare the new age of the short story. It\u2019s time to laud the concise. It\u2019s time to realize that in this day and age of blogs and online journals and YouTube videos, print media\u2014books and newspapers, especially\u2014are … Continue reading →<\/span><\/a>![\"\"](\"http:\/\/stats.wordpress.com\/b.gif?host=writedrunkandeditsober.wordpress.com&blog=37194364&%23038;post=559&%23038;subd=writedrunkandeditsober&%23038;ref=&%23038;feed=1\")
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