“There are the notes. Now where is the money?”The short story is no longer the commercial storytelling medium that it was in its heydey, but the copyright page of Birds of America is strong evidence that the short story system can still work incredibly well as an incubator of literary talent and ...
Adam Mars-Jones has this to say about LM:"The dominant influence on American short fiction when Moore started publishing was the stoic minimalism of Raymond Carver, the recovering binger's pledge of: 'One sentence at a time.' She escaped that influence, and was spared the struggle of throwing it ...
I'm having a hard time finding something to say about this collection except that I loved it. I'll soon be picking up Like Life, I think, as well as trying to learn more about Moore herself. I'm curious to know how autobiographical her writing is, because the emotions in each story just ring so t...
Who Will Run the Frog Hospital? makes me want to sing in a choir and skip service at the same time. a novel written from the perspective of a 40-something woman recounting her last summer as the best friend of an underage demigoddess, Lorrie Moore weaves bittersweet nostalgia with the present. (t...
an•a•gram ( n -gr m ) 1. A word or phrase formed by reordering the letters of another word or phrase, such as satin to stain.However, here in her first novel, short story writer Lorrie Moore (born 1957), reordered not letters but the different scenes in order for her reader to choose the one tha...
Clowns! elephants! trained horses! peanuts! Everybody likes the circus. Acrobats! tight-rope walkers! camels! band music! Suppose you had a choice of going to the circus or painting a picture. Which would you choose? You'd choose the circus. Everybody likes the circus. V. M. Hillyer and E. G. Hue...
—Henry James, The Wings of the Dove The grumblings of their stomachs were intertwined and unassignable. “Was that you or was that me?” she would ask in bed, and Dench would say, “I’m not sure.” They lay there in the mornings, their legs moving at angles toward one another, not unlike the elms she...