Chang, Estima, Graves, Ma, and Teebi
Appealing to a variety of reading tastes: Downright Disorienting, Superb and Strange
For the second time, this different format for the Quarterly Stories. For most of the collections, summarising in five sentences, followed by a quotation. Except for one, one that’s made me think while reading, frequently, of other readers who would enjoy these stories as much as I have. And I’m also including a single story that’s available to read online. (This month, one of the stories from the exceptional collection happens to be available online as well.)
You might remember, I began this reading year with the Best of anthologies from Biblioasis, including the short stories selected by Lisa Moore (whose fiction I’ve also enjoyed, short and long). The short story “Ceiling Like the sky” by Allison Graves, in which nothing happens and everything happens, got me hunting for more of her work and now I have her debut Soft Serve en route. These anthologies have been such an unexpectedly great source of new reading material. So much so, that I’ve made room in the stacks for more (which I’ll share in the Autumn Quarterly).
Anyone who enjoyed Ling Ma’s Severance (you must, if you appreciate the idea of a workplace novel with a twist) will find the same kind of clear-eyed but wholly unsettling storytelling in her 2022 collection Bliss Montage (2022).
Ordinary things happen, like a character tastes tamarind for the first time or stands barefoot in a summer dress; in the same story, one character’s dialogue is comprised of $$$ rather than letters, and another character is living with 100 of her ex-boyfriends.
Time is pleated, shifting between past and present, and reality is shifts too: “The dream was different in that it wasn’t actually a dream, but a memory that replayed in my sleep.”
G gives a better high than E, a town looks like a Brueghel painting, Nina Simone plays in a hotel lobby, and people watch the film “Ghost World” and read the short fiction of Lydia Davis.
I read these too quickly and felt uneasy afterwards.
“Just looking at New York on the screen, the city was made new for me again, and I saw it as I once did in high school: romantic, shabby, not totally gentrified, full of promise. It made me wistful for the illusion of New York more than for its actuality, after having lived there for five years.”
Contents: Los Angeles, Oranges, G, Yeti Lovemaking, Returning, Office Hours, Peking Duck, Tomorrow
Here’s a contender for my own Best-of notes, a collection so wholly and consistently good that I might, even yet, write an entire post about the stories: Saeed Teebi’s Her First Palestinian (2022). This statement from the title story reflects the thoughts of a woman whom the narrator is dating: “But some of it seemed to stem from her feeling that she had been duped: that all her life, she had been taught one thing, when the reality I was revealing to her was something far different.” She’s filling the gap between her expectations and her reality, but even more delightful is the sense that not only Teebi’s characters and narrators do this, but that a similar kind of curiosity and self-awareness fuels his own work as a storyteller. Which quietly pulls readers alongside quiet, sometimes innocuous, transformations—invites inside, even, to allow their own perspectives to shift. He sets scenes, populates them, makes them stick: he makes it look so easy.
“A frequent sight: Shareef at the kitchen counter, chopping ingredients or stirring a pot for dinner, while one of / his sisters kept him company on a laptop screen, her excitable Arabic breaking up every now and then over a bad connection.”
Contents: Her First Palestinian; Do Not Write about the King; Cynthia; The body; Ushanka; At the Benefit; Woodland; The Reflected Sky; Enjoy Your Life, Capo
Christine Estima’s The Syrian Ladies Benevolent Society (2023) moves from 1860 to 2020, from the 19th-century Middle East to 20th-century Montreal to 21st-century Toronto, chronicling one Arab family, with a family tree in the front (don’t peer too closely: avoid spoilers), and their experience of emigration and immigration. It’s such an ambitious collection that the effort occasionally seeps through, but Estima’s got a great eye for story. And if sometimes her love of words overswells (to an unnecessarily poetic final sentence, or an overly rich dramatic scene), readers will appreciate her love of character and her scenic details. It’s easy to imagine them as short films. Fierce women are abundant but also relatable; they make mistakes, and they wish reality was otherwise—and sometimes they remake their worlds.
“Jews from Europe and Arabs exiled from the Nakba mingle like close cousins here. I would miss them all so much were I ever to leave. But truth be told, I miss other people even more. My people. People I once knew and even the familiar faces of people who look like me.”
Contents: The Castle of Montreal. The Syrian Ladies Benevolent Society, Ortona, Montreal Awaits You, The Belly Dancer, the Last Cigarette, Fairview Mall, The Power of the Dog, A Degree of Suffering Is Required, Blink, Rue Berri, Your Hands Are Blessed, Mabrouk
If K-Ming Chang’s Gods of Want was invited out, for after-work drinks, a couple of the quieter girls clustered in the bathroom would whisper that it was too much, the glitter of its laughter and retold anecdotes still audible from the inner-workings of the stalls.
This 2022 collection opens with “Auntland”, a cacophony of single-sentence descriptions of Aunties that nobody has EVER had. (One of the most ordinary Aunts is this one: “I had an aunt who said home is the temperature of an armpit.”) After fewer than ten pages, you’ll need to set aside the collection, simply to find respite.
The entire collection, even read over a few weeks, leaves you a little breathless. A character in “Resident Aliens” could have been one of these aunts: “The thirteenth widow once worked as a whalesong writer, said she wrote whalesongs and recorded them on her phone and replayed them for whales, who learned the lyrics and sang along and popularized her songs.”
But K-Ming’s style is charismatic. But on closer examination, the over-the-topness holds up. As in “The La-La Store”: “There were composition books for school and furry-faced notebooks that clicked shut with magnets and put a plastic lock on your language.” It’s evocative and simple.
And even though there’s a lot of figurative language, some of it is remarkably effective. In the title story, “Mariela continued to scream, the radius of her voice expanding like a water ring.” And, in “Mandarin Speakers”: “She sings every night when the Sichuan opera’s on TV, her face painted thick as a scab.” It’s not so much a collection I enjoyed, as a collection that struck a nerve: one I’m glad to have read.
Contents: MOTHERS Auntland, The Chorus of Dead Cousins, Xífù, Mandarin Speakers, Anchor, The La-La Store; MYTHS Nüwa, Eating Pussy, Nine-Headed Birds, Dykes, Episodes of Hoarders (as scenes from your life), Homophone; MOTHS Resident Aliens, Virginia Slims, Mariela, Meals for the Mourners
Note: You can read “Xifù” online at Electric Literature, a story recommended by Bryan Washington. His reasons for selecting the story, particularly the last paragraph, ring true for me too.
Last week, I also wrote about Anuja Varghese’s Chrysalis, which has so many little awards stickers on it now, that they’ve begun to compete with the actual cover art.
I have several story collections in the stack that I’m hoping to read soon, but the last one I read was Your Body Was Made for This by Debbie Bateman which I loved. My review for it is at The Seaboard Review on substack.
I have had three of these collections out from the library, but didn’t get any of them read (Chrysalis, Her First Palestinian, and The Syrian Ladies). I would most like to read Chrysalis and Her First Palestinian, but now I also have Peacocks of Instagram in my stack. I get so tied up in trying to decide which one to prioritize that I often leave out all of them! And sometimes it helps to have a collection going at the same time as a novel, but lately I’ve been reading more nonfiction than usual which seems to be taking the place of the short stories. I guess I can’t have it all. Ha!
Ohmigawsh, I could NOT find the link to your review anywhere, finally succumbed to a link to the link via your Twitter, only to realise that you’d shared it with me on Substack (but I have to reset my p*ssword there). When I get that sorted, I’ll add the link to this comment! hee hee
Hahaha, ohhhhhhh, that’s been my problem so many times…thinking more about reading than actually reading…it’s part of the reason that I have a schedule now (then, I still dither with all the delicious choices, but still get SOME reading done at least). Peacocks of Instagram looks great! Are you still staring at it?
I’m still staring at it. 🙂
I didn’t even think to leave you a link! Does this one work? https://theseaboardreview.substack.com/p/your-body-was-made-for-this-debbie-bateman?utm_source=publication-search
I don’t read short stories often. I’ve only read one collection this year so far and it’s an Agatha Christie collection. I tend to read short stories if I already have read and loved an author’s novel(s). One exception is George Saunders, who I experienced first as a short story writer. I do prefer novels if I’m honest. Looking back on recent years, I seem to read just 1-2 collections per year.
There used to be a series called Sisters in Crime which featured stories by well-known mystery writers of the day, like Sara Paretsky and Sue Grafton, and whoever wrote those cat mysteries (Braun was one, “The Cat Who…” and S.R. Murphy). Those were some of the first collections I remember reading back when I hardly ever read them myself. That’s still probably more than most readers!
The Estima particularly appeals somehow.
I recently finished The Trojan War Museum, which I found out about from you. Also an Anne Baldo collection from Porcupine’s Quill.
Yours (and Bryan Washington’s) are strong recommendations. I’ll have to go read that one, too.
I’ll be very curious to hear what you think, if you try the Estima collection. Are you planning to post about Trojan War? If not, I’m curious what you thought of the first story (or maybe you knew it from elsewhere)? Gods of Want is the polar opposite in terms of tone and flavour, I’d say…reminds me a little of Kelly Link (I think you’ve mentioned her?) or Murakami (for weirdnesses). It was fascinating, but I don’t know if I would read another collection…maybe some individual stories.
I didn’t get around to posting on the Trojan War and now I’ve returned it so I won’t. I thought the first story was pretty good, which surprised me a bit–I’m usually suspicious of collective protagonists, but I felt that one worked. Very powerful. Though I do find the story I remember best is her take on the chess-playing automaton, which I thought well-done.
Yeah, I don’t think I even recognised how well it was working until more than halfway through the story; I think she must have been buoying it with details along the way, so the collective voice was credible and steadily grew in power.
Oh, dear, I can’t even place that other story. (Why do we read so many books? lol) But it’s a good sign that there’s room for multiple favourites: she’s got all the skillzzz.
I don’t think I’ve come across any of these authors before, but as is often the case with your reading choices, they all seem to have something interesting to offer – particularly Saeed Teebi. I’m in a bit of a novels/novellas phase at the moment, but October will be very busy for me, so I might be turning to short stories then!
Sometimes it seems like the world of short stories runs parallel to the broader literary conversation.
I’ve been thinking about reserving December for short forms-essays and poetry and journalism mostly, but also some stories (limiting the stories, as per Mavis Gallant’s excellent advice).
Love the diversity of these short story collections, thank you for sharing! I really liked Severance but didn’t enjoy Ling Ma’s short story collection as much. However I am excited to read Her First Palestinian and just put it on hold at my local library; I’m grateful to have found out about it through this post.
I didn’t enjoy it as much either (but, then, I really loved Severance: maybe unfair to expect that again); I can see the same qualities in Bliss, but I didn’t feel the same connection. Part of me wonders if I just need more of a narrator from her but, then, the idea of “more” of any one of *these* stories? Yikes!
Her First Palestinian appeals to me the most, that short phrase you included piqued my interest! Even the title is a bit provocative, I love that.
He’s very good: I definitely want to read whatever’s next from him too.
I’m trying to read more short stories, so this is a very tempting post! The Teebi particularly sounds excellent.
It’s hard to form new reading habits; I’m trying to work some more classics into the current stacks and that’s slow going for me right nwo.
“If K-Ming Chang’s Gods of Want was invited out, for after-work drinks” love this!
You are so good at reading stories. I am dreadful at them because I want them to always be a novel. If I’m going to read something short I prefer poetry or essays. But I try stories now and then. I’ve been making my way through Anne Leckie’s story collection since June. They are good, but it’s so easy to finish a story, put the book down and not pick it up again for weeks. So I admire that you can read so many!
Thanks! The Leckie collection is on my TBR but I’m also behind with her novels.And that’s exactly how I felt years ago when, browsing in the library, I’d pick up something in New Fiction and realise it was stories and put it back so quickly you’d think it had seared off a layer of skin. Maybe I just hadn’t found the right story writers for me. Maybe I just needed a different reading habit. Lately, I’m reading a story before I pick up a longer work, and that’s a nice combo. But what about Le Guin: are her stories an exception to your rule, or do you simply prefer her novels too?
I wouldn’t say Le Guin’s stories are an exception. I’m reading them and some of them I really like, but I much prefer her novels.
I get that. I think her short stories are more satisfying and layered than some writers’ novels, but UKLG’s novels are soooo good that even with HER stories I still prefer the longer works too.
The Teebi sounds great, and I wish I could find “Auntland” to read on its own. It’s the start of my annual heavy short story reading month, so I think I’m reading 7 collections at the moment and I have plenty more lined up from my shelves, the library and on e-readers. I’ll soon be publishing a post about some of the collections I’ve already read this year.
I hope you find some new favourites in your September Short Story month. My stack feels stuffed right now, with only two collections that have similar library duedates!
I’ve also just started The Nix, in my stack because you loved it. I’ve enjoyed the first few pages, but I’m still nervous about it being over 700 pages long in this busy-reading-time of the year: your stacks are just as busy, though, so I figure it’s going to feel like a faster read than its page count suggests?
Yes, I’ve read some short stories (of course!!) but individual ones, not collections or anthologies. I am now about to start a tour in outback Queensland so I don’t expect to read much, but what I do read will be short stories, from, I’m thinking, a slightly older collection called Forecast: Turbulence by Janette Turner Hospital.
She’s a huge gap in my reading; I’ve done a fair job of collecting some of her work (given the Canadian connection, they’re not as hard to find as some) but haven’t yet taken the plunge. Enjoy your travels: stories are great for on-the-move reading. And poems, too.
As it turned out, we got COVID on the trip, so I read one story in Forecast: Turbulence, and then only managed to write the family travel blog each night before I collapsed. Her early work could sometimes push metaphors a bit far, but I do like her.
My blog under those circumstances would have read “Opened curtains. Slept. Slept more. Closed curtains. Hope tomorrow is better.”
Hope you are feeling more yourself again now and hope that the lasting elements aren’t too difficult to manage.