for the past two years, i’ve set december’s project aside to do my own version of a sh
WELCOME TO DECEMBER PROJECT!
boilerplate mission statement intro:
for the past two years, i’ve set december’s project aside to do my own version of a short story advent calendar. it’s not a true advent calendar since i choose all the stories myself, but what it lacks in the ‘element of surprise’ department it more than makes up for in hassle, as i try to cram even MORE reading into a life already overcrammed with impossible personal goals (live up to your potential! find meaningful work! learn to knit!) merry merry wheee!
since i am already well behind in my *regular* reviewing, when it comes to these stories, whatever i poop out as far as reflections or impressions are going to be superficial and perfunctory at best. please do not weep for the great big hole my absented, much-vaunted critical insights are gonna leave in these daily review-spaces (and your hearts); i’ll try to drop shiny insights elsewhere in other reviews, and here, i will at least drop links to where you can read the stories yourselves for free, which - let’s be honest - is gonna serve you better anyway.
HAPPY READING, BOOKNERDS!
links to all stories read in previous years' calendars can be found at the end of these reviews, in case you are a person who likes to read stories for free:
scroll down for links to this year’s stories which i will update as we go, and if you have any suggestions, send 'em my way! the only rules are: it must be available free online (links greatly appreciated), and it must be here on gr as its own thing so i can review it. thank you in advance!
DECEMBER 31
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From the outside, the true nature of A Boy for All Seasons was not clear. Nestled between a milliner and an academic bookshop, both aimed at those with outsize heads, the building appeared to be a rather dingy men’s clothing shop. The only unusual aspect was that the shop’s name was in a pale pink font with silvered edges: a colour combination designed to discourage gentlemen from entering. Occasionally a lady may enter looking for a snuffbox or pair of gloves for her husband, but most customers knew exactly what they wanted. And they always got it.
okay, i have made it through the month IN STORIES! this one is inspired by the dresden dolls song of the same name that you can get stuck in your head FOR DAYS TO COME by clicking this link:
from where i'm sitting, it's a pretty loose inspiration/interpretation of the song, but it's got great style and it's a fluffy, froofy, flouncy way to end the year and that's all i'm going to write because, c'mon, it's new year's eve and i got some celebrating to do! it's been a month crammed full of short story reading and lazy reviewing because you try to properly review a short story a day and also live a life and keep a tidy house and you probably can and it's just me who struggles, but i will get back to full-blown book reviews starting TOMORROW. for now, pass me a beer and HAVE A HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!
Their weeks together were the most wonderful of Elodie’s life and she could not bear to think that it was almost over. Alas! To find such a perfect man, then to find that love is impossible!
for the past two years, i’ve set december’s project aside to do my own version of a sh
WELCOME TO DECEMBER PROJECT!
boilerplate mission statement intro:
for the past two years, i’ve set december’s project aside to do my own version of a short story advent calendar. it’s not a true advent calendar since i choose all the stories myself, but what it lacks in the ‘element of surprise’ department it more than makes up for in hassle, as i try to cram even MORE reading into a life already overcrammed with impossible personal goals (live up to your potential! find meaningful work! learn to knit!) merry merry wheee!
since i am already well behind in my *regular* reviewing, when it comes to these stories, whatever i poop out as far as reflections or impressions are going to be superficial and perfunctory at best. please do not weep for the great big hole my absented, much-vaunted critical insights are gonna leave in these daily review-spaces (and your hearts); i’ll try to drop shiny insights elsewhere in other reviews, and here, i will at least drop links to where you can read the stories yourselves for free, which - let’s be honest - is gonna serve you better anyway.
HAPPY READING, BOOKNERDS!
links to all stories read in previous years' calendars can be found at the end of these reviews, in case you are a person who likes to read stories for free:
scroll down for links to this year’s stories which i will update as we go, and if you have any suggestions, send 'em my way! the only rules are: it must be available free online (links greatly appreciated), and it must be here on gr as its own thing so i can review it. thank you in advance!
DECEMBER 29
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“I left for a reason. I don’t want to go back there. They treated me like dirt. I was heavy and in pain. I can be light here.”
“We can cure you.”
“I don’t need curing,” Aino said. “It’s just the wrong place.”
this is the sequel to tidbeck's other free tor short, Sing. and for those of you wondering what happened to petr kozlov at the end of that story, wonder no more! or, continue to wonder until you read this one - i'm not giving away the goods.
there are barely any birds in this one, despite what the 'cover' image would have you believe, except a rehash of 'what happens to kids on kiruna,' and in that rehash they are called 'insects,' which confused me because, while i am no zoologist, that
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but i'm probably just misremembering the details of Sing; there's probably some sort of hitchhiking insect involved in the bird-throating process that is instrumental to the... linguistic transition. is that what we're calling it?
ANYWAY - i thought this story was okay. it introduces new characters and new conflicts and new... discomforts specific to people and their environments and people and their challenges w/r/t communication, interacting socially and other assorted mental and physical idiosyncrasies. i would rather have had the story just focus on petr and aino instead of dropping their follow-up into a whole other set of new circumstances to process, but i would also rather have ten million dollars and i'm used to not getting what i want. so there you have it.
for the past two years, i’ve set december’s project aside to do my own version of a sh
WELCOME TO DECEMBER PROJECT!
boilerplate mission statement intro:
for the past two years, i’ve set december’s project aside to do my own version of a short story advent calendar. it’s not a true advent calendar since i choose all the stories myself, but what it lacks in the ‘element of surprise’ department it more than makes up for in hassle, as i try to cram even MORE reading into a life already overcrammed with impossible personal goals (live up to your potential! find meaningful work! learn to knit!) merry merry wheee!
since i am already well behind in my *regular* reviewing, when it comes to these stories, whatever i poop out as far as reflections or impressions are going to be superficial and perfunctory at best. please do not weep for the great big hole my absented, much-vaunted critical insights are gonna leave in these daily review-spaces (and your hearts); i’ll try to drop shiny insights elsewhere in other reviews, and here, i will at least drop links to where you can read the stories yourselves for free, which - let’s be honest - is gonna serve you better anyway.
HAPPY READING, BOOKNERDS!
links to all stories read in previous years' calendars can be found at the end of these reviews, in case you are a person who likes to read stories for free:
scroll down for links to this year’s stories which i will update as we go, and if you have any suggestions, send 'em my way! the only rules are: it must be available free online (links greatly appreciated), and it must be here on gr as its own thing so i can review it. thank you in advance!
DECEMBER 28
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“You have a short?”
“Yes. That seems likely.”
Rava sat with her hand on the cable for a moment longer, weighing possibilities.
Ludoviko said, “It might be the transmitter.”
Cordelia shook her head. “No, because it did register for that moment. I believe the socket is cracked. Replacing that should be simple.”
Rava barked a laugh. “Simple does not include an understanding of how snug your innards are.” The thought of trying to fit a voltmeter into the narrow opening filled her with dread. “Want to place bets on how long before we hear from Uncle Georgo wondering why you’re down?”
Cordelia sniffed. “I’m not down. I’m simply sequestered.”
and this is why you don't dance with AIs during the drunken revelry of a conception party. or why you do it carefully, without dropping them.
i think by law all stories that feature an AI have to, at some level, be thematically focused on the idea of humanity/selfhood and free will/programming, and this one does that, but it also touches upon aging and utility and reproductive control within a finite space (say, a spaceship big enough to hold conception parties, not big enough to waste resources on those who have become unproductive through mental or physical deterioration). it's also about how technology is grand, but there's a risk in putting all of one's virtual eggs into one virtual basket.
also, it won a hugo award. and chuck tingle didn't.
for the past two years, i’ve set december’s project aside to do my own version of a sh
WELCOME TO DECEMBER PROJECT!
boilerplate mission statement intro:
for the past two years, i’ve set december’s project aside to do my own version of a short story advent calendar. it’s not a true advent calendar since i choose all the stories myself, but what it lacks in the ‘element of surprise’ department it more than makes up for in hassle, as i try to cram even MORE reading into a life already overcrammed with impossible personal goals (live up to your potential! find meaningful work! learn to knit!) merry merry wheee!
since i am already well behind in my *regular* reviewing, when it comes to these stories, whatever i poop out as far as reflections or impressions are going to be superficial and perfunctory at best. please do not weep for the great big hole my absented, much-vaunted critical insights are gonna leave in these daily review-spaces (and your hearts); i’ll try to drop shiny insights elsewhere in other reviews, and here, i will at least drop links to where you can read the stories yourselves for free, which - let’s be honest - is gonna serve you better anyway.
HAPPY READING, BOOKNERDS!
links to all stories read in previous years' calendars can be found at the end of these reviews, in case you are a person who likes to read stories for free:
scroll down for links to this year’s stories which i will update as we go, and if you have any suggestions, send 'em my way! the only rules are: it must be available free online (links greatly appreciated), and it must be here on gr as its own thing so i can review it. thank you in advance!
DECEMBER 26
I almost never saw Jay outside our room because it was impossible to lock down her routine. She would find an abandoned desk in the library’s basement stairwell and cut up old medical journals to make a collage for our wall, reasoning that no one was going to read them anyways. Or she would take a catnap in the engineering school only to decide she liked the lounge’s couch more than her bed and stay the night. She drove out to concerts in towns six hours away. On a Wednesday, she would wake up and decide to go to Six Flags and ride all the roller coasters, twice. Then there would be days where she wouldn’t leave the bed, sleeping until her eyes were swollen. She would ask me to bring her apples from the dining hall and eat everything, the waxy core, the brittle seeds, everything. I would hand her her ukulele and she would strum and hum while I tapped a beat on the post of our bunk bed. I thought, in these moments, that she was magnificent. That I lived to serve her.
the story of the narrator's brief, intense, fairly one-sided friendship with her larger-than-life college roommate. it's a good character study, although the story itself isn't much more than that. jay sounds exhausting and exactly the kind of person one is drawn to in their late teens/early twenties - all drama and eccentricities and self-destructive behavior distracting from a daaaaark paast who say things like people think diamonds are flawless, but isn’t it true that they can only shine when cut over and over again?
it's an interesting decision to end the story where she does instead of opting into the more cliched explosive supernova burnout ending
for the past two years, i’ve set december’s project aside to do my own version of a sh
WELCOME TO DECEMBER PROJECT!
boilerplate mission statement intro:
for the past two years, i’ve set december’s project aside to do my own version of a short story advent calendar. it’s not a true advent calendar since i choose all the stories myself, but what it lacks in the ‘element of surprise’ department it more than makes up for in hassle, as i try to cram even MORE reading into a life already overcrammed with impossible personal goals (live up to your potential! find meaningful work! learn to knit!) merry merry wheee!
since i am already well behind in my *regular* reviewing, when it comes to these stories, whatever i poop out as far as reflections or impressions are going to be superficial and perfunctory at best. please do not weep for the great big hole my absented, much-vaunted critical insights are gonna leave in these daily review-spaces (and your hearts); i’ll try to drop shiny insights elsewhere in other reviews, and here, i will at least drop links to where you can read the stories yourselves for free, which - let’s be honest - is gonna serve you better anyway.
HAPPY READING, BOOKNERDS!
links to all stories read in previous years' calendars can be found at the end of these reviews, in case you are a person who likes to read stories for free:
scroll down for links to this year’s stories which i will update as we go, and if you have any suggestions, send 'em my way! the only rules are: it must be available free online (links greatly appreciated), and it must be here on gr as its own thing so i can review it. thank you in advance!
DECEMBER 25
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The kit-bag lay close in front of him, several feet nearer to the door than he had left it, and just over its crumpled top he saw a head and face slowly sinking down out of sight as though someone were crouching behind it to hide, and at the same moment a sound like a long-drawn sigh was distinctly audible in the still air about him between the gusts of the storm outside.
HAUNTED BAG!!!
okay, i got a day behind in the reviewing of these short stories, and i am too weary to drop two tonight, so i will do two tomorrow. christmas made me a short story grinch, i apologize!
i did READ this one yesterday, if that counts. but i am mini-reviewing it late and everyone's okay with that.
because, you guys, this one was actually pretty spoooky! i KNOW! i was amazed. i really, really liked it. i thought i wasn't a fan of blackwood because of his whole horror is best served IMPLICITLY thing, but this story had a really good creepery mood going on, and it gave me those good DON'T LOOK BEHIND YOU vibes.
tomorrow i will be better at everything, i promise, but today i am too depleted to get back on track.
for the past two years, i’ve set december’s project aside to do my own version of a sh
WELCOME TO DECEMBER PROJECT!
boilerplate mission statement intro:
for the past two years, i’ve set december’s project aside to do my own version of a short story advent calendar. it’s not a true advent calendar since i choose all the stories myself, but what it lacks in the ‘element of surprise’ department it more than makes up for in hassle, as i try to cram even MORE reading into a life already overcrammed with impossible personal goals (live up to your potential! find meaningful work! learn to knit!) merry merry wheee!
since i am already well behind in my *regular* reviewing, when it comes to these stories, whatever i poop out as far as reflections or impressions are going to be superficial and perfunctory at best. please do not weep for the great big hole my absented, much-vaunted critical insights are gonna leave in these daily review-spaces (and your hearts); i’ll try to drop shiny insights elsewhere in other reviews, and here, i will at least drop links to where you can read the stories yourselves for free, which - let’s be honest - is gonna serve you better anyway.
HAPPY READING, BOOKNERDS!
links to all stories read in previous years' calendars can be found at the end of these reviews, in case you are a person who likes to read stories for free:
scroll down for links to this year’s stories which i will update as we go, and if you have any suggestions, send 'em my way! the only rules are: it must be available free online (links greatly appreciated), and it must be here on gr as its own thing so i can review it. thank you in advance!
DECEMBER 24
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Yet he was but four and twenty, this man he looked even younger and he had a father some place down East who had been very proud of him once. Well, he had taken his life into his own hands, and this was what he had made of it. That was all there was to be said. He could remember the hopeful things they used to say about him at college in the old days, before he had cut away and begun to live by his wits, and he found courage to smile at them now. They had read him wrongly. He knew now that he never had the essentials of success, only the superficial agility that is often mistaken for it. He was tow without the tinder, and he had burnt himself out at other people's fires. He had helped other people to make it win, but he himself he had never touched an enterprise that had not failed eventually. Or, if it survived his connection with it, it left him behind.
this is a holiday-based prodigal son archetype story, whose first half hit me real close to home with all the woe and despair of an end-of-year self-reckoning when the year (or longer) has not gone very well at all.
and then it all gets sentimental and schmaltzy and MUST BE NICE&yadda.
i loved the first half.
it made me feel terrible when i was already in QUITE a mood. the second half... not so much. it actually made me feel worse, so kudos on writing something that provoked an emotional response, mizz cather, but i have been around the block a few too many times to feel uplifted by christmas miracles, and "hope" and "optimism" are as unrealistic to me as flying reindeer, so as far as the intended goal (presumed by me), of feel-gooderie and earthly rewards as a balm for suffering, not this year, willa claus.
for the past two years, i’ve set december’s project aside to do my own version of a sh
WELCOME TO DECEMBER PROJECT!
boilerplate mission statement intro:
for the past two years, i’ve set december’s project aside to do my own version of a short story advent calendar. it’s not a true advent calendar since i choose all the stories myself, but what it lacks in the ‘element of surprise’ department it more than makes up for in hassle, as i try to cram even MORE reading into a life already overcrammed with impossible personal goals (live up to your potential! find meaningful work! learn to knit!) merry merry wheee!
since i am already well behind in my *regular* reviewing, when it comes to these stories, whatever i poop out as far as reflections or impressions are going to be superficial and perfunctory at best. please do not weep for the great big hole my absented, much-vaunted critical insights are gonna leave in these daily review-spaces (and your hearts); i’ll try to drop shiny insights elsewhere in other reviews, and here, i will at least drop links to where you can read the stories yourselves for free, which - let’s be honest - is gonna serve you better anyway.
HAPPY READING, BOOKNERDS!
links to all stories read in previous years' calendars can be found at the end of these reviews, in case you are a person who likes to read stories for free:
scroll down for links to this year’s stories which i will update as we go, and if you have any suggestions, send 'em my way! the only rules are: it must be available free online (links greatly appreciated), and it must be here on gr as its own thing so i can review it. thank you in advance!
DECEMBER 23
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On the ride home, we’d had our discussion, and father dissected the components of the service.
“At the end,” I told him, “they prayed for the Santaman’s return. Do they do it every Dragonsday?”
He nodded. “Some of them do it every day.”
“Not just on Dragon’s Mass Eve?”
“No.”
“But they believe one day it will work?”
“Yes.”
“They really really believe?”
He nodded again. “They really really believe. And I used to, too. Even your mother, in some ways, believed. Only she believed that if there was a Santaman, he expected us to work while we waited and make things as good as we could.” He looked thoughtful for a moment.
“But we don’t believe now,” I said.
He smiled at me. “I don’t believe now. Do you?”
I smiled back. “No, I really don’t. I think…” I tried to find something to hitch my thought to. I remembered the growing stack of bound cardboard covers he kept in the drawer beside his bed, each containing my carefully written pages of our fictional misadventures spread out over a half-dozen Dragon’s Mass Eves. “I think it’s a good story but I don’t think it’s true.” Then, I said what I knew he was going to say next. “But I suppose being true isn’t always required.”
He smiled. “Exactly so.”
OH GOOD ANOTHER SAD CHRISTMAS STORY, WHEEEEE! i guess it's not technically a christmas story, but a dragon's mass eve story with an absentee hero figure called santaman, assorted creatures, largely undefined, and a generational passing of a torch as a father dies and is mourned before mourning paves the way for motherhood. also a character named parson brown LIKE IN THAT SECULAR XMAS CAROL! and it's fine. i took a break from baking and crafting and wrapping to read it and it was longer than i thought it would be (TWSS) and i swear i'm not resenting it on those grounds, but i didn't respond to it in any particular way other than feeling pleased at having notched my short story advent calendar belt for the day. does this make me a grinch? perhaps. but it makes me a grinch who is ACHIEVING ALL THE GOALS! which is a christmas miracle, so i'll take it.
for the past two years, i’ve set december’s project aside to do my own version of a sh
WELCOME TO DECEMBER PROJECT!
boilerplate mission statement intro:
for the past two years, i’ve set december’s project aside to do my own version of a short story advent calendar. it’s not a true advent calendar since i choose all the stories myself, but what it lacks in the ‘element of surprise’ department it more than makes up for in hassle, as i try to cram even MORE reading into a life already overcrammed with impossible personal goals (live up to your potential! find meaningful work! learn to knit!) merry merry wheee!
since i am already well behind in my *regular* reviewing, when it comes to these stories, whatever i poop out as far as reflections or impressions are going to be superficial and perfunctory at best. please do not weep for the great big hole my absented, much-vaunted critical insights are gonna leave in these daily review-spaces (and your hearts); i’ll try to drop shiny insights elsewhere in other reviews, and here, i will at least drop links to where you can read the stories yourselves for free, which - let’s be honest - is gonna serve you better anyway.
HAPPY READING, BOOKNERDS!
links to all stories read in previous years' calendars can be found at the end of these reviews, in case you are a person who likes to read stories for free:
scroll down for links to this year’s stories which i will update as we go, and if you have any suggestions, send 'em my way! the only rules are: it must be available free online (links greatly appreciated), and it must be here on gr as its own thing so i can review it. thank you in advance!
DECEMBER 22
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No, like most people, I was going to have a little MidWinter Event, just Annie and me. So long as I was careful to steer clear of licenced products we'd be fine.
Ivy decorations you can still get away with; holly's a no-no but I'd hoarded a load of cherry tomatoes, which I was planning to perch on cactuses. I wouldn't risk tinsel but had a couple of brightly-coloured belts I was going to drape over my aspidistra. You know the sort of thing. The inspectors aren't too bad: they'll sometimes turn a blind eye to a bauble or two (which is just as well, because the fines for unlicensed Christmas™ celebrations are astronomical).
this is a not-very-subtle satirical story about the commodification of christmas and the perils of privatization. lack-of-subtlety has never been a dealbreaker for me, so i enjoyed it just fine; it got some giggles out of me:
It felt so forlorn, putting my newspaper-wrapped presents next to the aspidistra, but ever since YuleCo bought the rights to coloured paper and under-tree storage, the inspectors had clamped down on Aggravated Subarborial Giftery.
but it's also not likely to stick with me for very long. fans of miéville are extremely devoted and completist, so they will probably love it like the moon. i'm not not a fan, i just haven't made my move into those miéville waters yet. this story alone wouldn't convince me that i needed to read more, but everyone knows that you can't judge a thing by its christmas episode, so i'm reserving judgment. someday i will be part of that world, but for now, i have to plow through twenty more books before the end of the year, so i don't have time to spare. HIT ME WITH SOME BOARD BOOKS, STAT!
for the past two years, i’ve set december’s project aside to do my own version of a sh
WELCOME TO DECEMBER PROJECT!
boilerplate mission statement intro:
for the past two years, i’ve set december’s project aside to do my own version of a short story advent calendar. it’s not a true advent calendar since i choose all the stories myself, but what it lacks in the ‘element of surprise’ department it more than makes up for in hassle, as i try to cram even MORE reading into a life already overcrammed with impossible personal goals (live up to your potential! find meaningful work! learn to knit!) merry merry wheee!
since i am already well behind in my *regular* reviewing, when it comes to these stories, whatever i poop out as far as reflections or impressions are going to be superficial and perfunctory at best. please do not weep for the great big hole my absented, much-vaunted critical insights are gonna leave in these daily review-spaces (and your hearts); i’ll try to drop shiny insights elsewhere in other reviews, and here, i will at least drop links to where you can read the stories yourselves for free, which - let’s be honest - is gonna serve you better anyway.
HAPPY READING, BOOKNERDS!
links to all stories read in previous years' calendars can be found at the end of these reviews, in case you are a person who likes to read stories for free:
scroll down for links to this year’s stories which i will update as we go, and if you have any suggestions, send 'em my way! the only rules are: it must be available free online (links greatly appreciated), and it must be here on gr as its own thing so i can review it. thank you in advance!
DECEMBER 27
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Veronica, mindful of her Bible Camp pledge, tried to forgive Asenath for her antics — she really did — but it became increasingly difficult, given how her cousin seemed to want nothing more than to shock the whole school. Every day, she came in wearing a different appalling outfit — tweed blazers and slacks, Hawaiian shirts and brightly-colored shorts, leather jackets and jeans — and with some new girl on her arm, inevitably giggling like it wasn’t social and spiritual suicide for her to go out with a woman. Veronica was mortified, and the worst part was, she didn’t even have cheering as a respite. Whenever Asenath showed up in her mascot’s outfit to practice, the girls went crazy, mobbing her like she was the captain of the football team. Veronica thought that was sick, but she couldn’t say anything — Beth, the team captain, had gone out with Asenath a few times. “She’s the best-looking boy in school,” was her only comment when Veronica remarked on the queerness of it all.
Interestingly enough, for once, the cheerleaders were in the minority in terms of popular opinion; they might coo over Asenath, but the rest of Miskatonic High did not. Girls whispered whenever she walked by; guys shouted epithets. Veronica sensed Asenath was enjoying the attention and would have been more than happy to let Asenath reap what she sowed, just like in Galatians … except Asenath’s refusal to act normally began to reflect poorly on her.
dear authors, if you're going to rewrite a lovecraft story (here, The Thing on the Doorstep), and you want me to like it (and you should, because i have become a pretty glum person and it would be nice if the world would unite in trying to cheer me up), be sure to set it in an early-90's high school (miskatonic high!!) and pepper it with references to caboodles and off-the-shoulder esprit sweaters and dj jazzy jeff (and that other guy) and twin peaks and members only jackets. that will make your story so much better. you can even throw in all that lovecraftian stuff about yawning pits of despair, and i will put aside my usual complaints about how tedious i find the ineffable, as long as you mention wayfarers and walkmans (walkmen?) and handi-snacks (oh, my!), especially if it seems like you also might be tongue-in-cheeking it a little in your descriptions of said ineffability:
She was somewhere that was nowhere, standing at the edge of something that was nothing. Inside the nothing was more nothing, but a denser nothing that writhed — and laughed.
in short, this is one of the veryfew lovecraft homages i have enjoyed, and while i'm not sure i would necessarily enjoy the rest of the anthology from which it comes, She Walks in Shadows, i do kind of dig that it's an all-female collection, since lovecraft's whole thing was misogyny, racism, homophobia and tentacles. take back the fright, &yadda.
for the past two years, i’ve set december’s project aside to do my own version of a sh
WELCOME TO DECEMBER PROJECT!
boilerplate mission statement intro:
for the past two years, i’ve set december’s project aside to do my own version of a short story advent calendar. it’s not a true advent calendar since i choose all the stories myself, but what it lacks in the ‘element of surprise’ department it more than makes up for in hassle, as i try to cram even MORE reading into a life already overcrammed with impossible personal goals (live up to your potential! find meaningful work! learn to knit!) merry merry wheee!
since i am already well behind in my *regular* reviewing, when it comes to these stories, whatever i poop out as far as reflections or impressions are going to be superficial and perfunctory at best. please do not weep for the great big hole my absented, much-vaunted critical insights are gonna leave in these daily review-spaces (and your hearts); i’ll try to drop shiny insights elsewhere in other reviews, and here, i will at least drop links to where you can read the stories yourselves for free, which - let’s be honest - is gonna serve you better anyway.
HAPPY READING, BOOKNERDS!
links to all stories read in previous years' calendars can be found at the end of these reviews, in case you are a person who likes to read stories for free:
scroll down for links to this year’s stories which i will update as we go, and if you have any suggestions, send 'em my way! the only rules are: it must be available free online (links greatly appreciated), and it must be here on gr as its own thing so i can review it. thank you in advance!
DECEMBER 21
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As Helena’s drifting off, something occurs to her. “Lily? What happened to those people? The ones who tried to blackmail you?”
“Oh,” Lily says casually. “I crushed them.”
MEATCRIMES! okay, this lists as a novelette, and during this project i have been trying to keep to the shorter of the shorts because of time management and hubris and all that, but this one was SO worth reading and it didn't feel too long, even though i had several interruptions while reading it that extended my reading time past my good intentions. but still - totally worth it. funny and unusual and sharp and fast-paced (except for some of the technical 3d printing stuff that dragged for me, because i lack imagination) and i love a world in which there is a criminal underworld built on MEAT! i dug it.
because i am not doing in-depth reviews for anything i'm reading for this short story advent calendar project, please allow me to pass you on to tadiana night owl's review, because she does things right.
for the past two years, i’ve set december’s project aside to do my own version of a sh
WELCOME TO DECEMBER PROJECT!
boilerplate mission statement intro:
for the past two years, i’ve set december’s project aside to do my own version of a short story advent calendar. it’s not a true advent calendar since i choose all the stories myself, but what it lacks in the ‘element of surprise’ department it more than makes up for in hassle, as i try to cram even MORE reading into a life already overcrammed with impossible personal goals (live up to your potential! find meaningful work! learn to knit!) merry merry wheee!
since i am already well behind in my *regular* reviewing, when it comes to these stories, whatever i poop out as far as reflections or impressions are going to be superficial and perfunctory at best. please do not weep for the great big hole my absented, much-vaunted critical insights are gonna leave in these daily review-spaces (and your hearts); i’ll try to drop shiny insights elsewhere in other reviews, and here, i will at least drop links to where you can read the stories yourselves for free, which - let’s be honest - is gonna serve you better anyway.
HAPPY READING, BOOKNERDS!
links to all stories read in previous years' calendars can be found at the end of these reviews, in case you are a person who likes to read stories for free:
scroll down for links to this year’s stories which i will update as we go, and if you have any suggestions, send 'em my way! the only rules are: it must be available free online (links greatly appreciated), and it must be here on gr as its own thing so i can review it. thank you in advance!
DECEMBER 20
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Here's the truth: People, even regular people, are never just any one person with one set of attributes. It's not that simple. We're all at the mercy of the limbic system, clouds of electricity drifting through the brain. Every man is broken into twenty-four-hour fractions, and then again within those twenty-four hours. It's a daily pantomime, one man yielding control to the next: a backstage crowded with old hacks clamoring for their turn in the spotlight. Every week, every day. The angry man hands the baton over to the sulking man, and in turn to the sex addict, the introvert, the conversationalist. Every man is a mob, a chain gang of idiots.
This is the tragedy of life. Because for a few minutes of every day, every man becomes a genius. Moments of clarity, insight, whatever you want to call them. The clouds part, the planets get in a neat little line, and everything becomes obvious. I should quit smoking, maybe, or here's how I could make a fast million, or such and such is the key to eternal happiness. That's the miserable truth. For a few moments, the secrets of the universe are opened to us. Life is a cheap parlor trick. But then the genius, the savant, has to hand over the controls to the next guy down the pike, most likely the guy who just wants to eat potato chips, and insight and brilliance and salvation are all entrusted to a moron or a hedonist or a narcoleptic.
The only way out of this mess, of course, is to take steps to ensure that you control the idiots that you become. To take your chain gang, hand in hand, and lead them. The best way to do this is with a list.
i feel like i've read this before, but maybe i haven't?
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that actually wasn't a joke (which you will get if you have read the story or seen Memento, the movie-branch of this story).
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but i've read the bound screenplay Memento & Following, and this was maybe included? or not?
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true enough. anyway, this was a reminder that it's high time i rewatched that movie
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as it gets closer to xmas, this is gonna be the quality of my book reports. just gifs. but i'll make 'em worth your while with BOYNIP!
for the past two years, i’ve set december’s project aside to do my own version of a sh
WELCOME TO DECEMBER PROJECT!
boilerplate mission statement intro:
for the past two years, i’ve set december’s project aside to do my own version of a short story advent calendar. it’s not a true advent calendar since i choose all the stories myself, but what it lacks in the ‘element of surprise’ department it more than makes up for in hassle, as i try to cram even MORE reading into a life already overcrammed with impossible personal goals (live up to your potential! find meaningful work! learn to knit!) merry merry wheee!
since i am already well behind in my *regular* reviewing, when it comes to these stories, whatever i poop out as far as reflections or impressions are going to be superficial and perfunctory at best. please do not weep for the great big hole my absented, much-vaunted critical insights are gonna leave in these daily review-spaces (and your hearts); i’ll try to drop shiny insights elsewhere in other reviews, and here, i will at least drop links to where you can read the stories yourselves for free, which - let’s be honest - is gonna serve you better anyway.
HAPPY READING, BOOKNERDS!
links to all stories read in previous years' calendars can be found at the end of these reviews, in case you are a person who likes to read stories for free:
scroll down for links to this year’s stories which i will update as we go, and if you have any suggestions, send 'em my way! the only rules are: it must be available free online (links greatly appreciated), and it must be here on gr as its own thing so i can review it. thank you in advance!
DECEMBER 19
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The river goes along, as rivers do, and then, out of fucking nowhere, like cockroaches circling the last can of cat food before a paycheck, suburban neighborhoods begin popping up along the banks. They stare down the bluffs with broken window eyes, yards gone to weeds and dog shit and strips of old paint. Who would have thought Hell had pink flamingos?
The ferryman lets Rhye out on a shore made of splintered bone and more spent brass. Why the fuck he needed that shit for a toll when there are dunes of it lying within easy reach, Rhye doesn’t know. She sets out for the houses without looking back. They’ll meet up again soon enough for real, she figures. No need for handshakes when she’ll be probably be back in the boat before her shelf life hits forty.
once you get into this one (and it takes a second to orient oneself - or perhaps just ME-self), it's well worth it. it's a little over the top in its "grrrrr, i'm a fuckin' hard cyberlady - you can tell by my cussin' and my guns n'such!" but it's purposeful and the story ends up in a place that made me AWWWWW a little, through the blood-splatter on my glasses.
i'm too weary to do much more than that for a "review" tonight. i went to michaels on december 19th. not all heroes wear capes &etc.
for the past two years, i’ve set december’s project aside to do my own version of a short story advent calendar. it’s not a true advent calendar since i choose all the stories myself, but what it lacks in the ‘element of surprise’ department it more than makes up for in hassle, as i try to cram even MORE reading into a life already overcrammed with impossible personal goals (live up to your potential! find meaningful work! learn to knit!) merry merry wheee!
since i am already well behind in my *regular* reviewing, when it comes to these stories, whatever i poop out as far as reflections or impressions are going to be superficial and perfunctory at best. please do not weep for the great big hole my absented, much-vaunted critical insights are gonna leave in these daily review-spaces (and your hearts); i’ll try to drop shiny insights elsewhere in other reviews, and here, i will at least drop links to where you can read the stories yourselves for free, which - let’s be honest - is gonna serve you better anyway.
HAPPY READING, BOOKNERDS!
links to all stories read in previous years' calendars can be found at the end of these reviews, in case you are a person who likes to read stories for free:
scroll down for links to this year’s stories which i will update as we go, and if you have any suggestions, send 'em my way! the only rules are: it must be available free online (links greatly appreciated), and it must be here on gr as its own thing so i can review it. thank you in advance!
DECEMBER 18
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At last, after a frantic rabbity burst, he shuddered, came, and collapsed on her like a tree falling, and, crushed beneath him, she thought, brightly, This is the worst life decision I have ever made! And she marvelled at herself for a while, at the mystery of this person who’d just done this bizarre, inexplicable thing.
this story was on my long-ago-compiled list of "stories to read for advent calendar."i remembered there had been some sort of buzz around it but i wasn't really paying attention because i knew i wasn't going to be reading it until december and i didn't want to go into it with any sort of borrowed judgment. after reading it today, i was curious about the nature of the buzz and went exploring and now i remember why internet is the worst.
i don't even want to review this because, even though the hype of this story has died down, trolls are forever and i'm not someone who relishes faceless online conflicts. at all.
i loved the writing in this story. i loved the depth of characterization roupenian developed in her depiction of an emotionally careless, insecure, narcissistic twenty-year-old girl drunk on her own sexual currency and perceived power as she flirts with an older man she's only half-interested in over the course of - what, a month or so?, feeling hurt when he doesn't seem responsive, rushing headlong into a consummation she initiates, orchestrates and enthusiastically participates in "put[ting] on a show for him," before her self-disgust kicks in and she regrets the encounter, rebuffing and avoiding further contact, letting her roommate end whatever relationship was beginning by sending a curt text.
he seems to take it well until he sees her in a bar one night, resulting in a flurry of increasingly pathetic texts, the last one calling her a whore.
i read this story and thought ruefully: "ah, the follies of youth!"
i apparently read it wrong.
i'm never going to be a contemporary female because i don't always see the female as the victim.
here's the thing - there are assholes who are danger, and there are assholes who are just going to make you feel shitty about yourself. and sometimes you deserve to feel shitty about yourself, girl. chalk it up as a life lesson and try to do better going forward. should he have called her a whore? it was impolite, but she hadn't earned politeness. ladies, if you slept with a guy and thought things were cool enough that you sent him benign romantic texts afterwards, were ignored for days, and then got a text from him that said, “Hi im not interested in you stop textng me,” chances are, you would call him an asshole. is he literally an asshole? no, but you're pissed. a man calling a woman a whore for the same behavior is coming from the same place - someone is hurt, and lashing out to hurt back. welcome to the world of romance. it is often really shitty. but reading an article about this story quoting a tweet that said "... we need to talk about all of the nuances of consent in order to fix our broken culture." just made me feel so old and exhausted. and the author's assertion that this story
speaks to the way that many women, especially young women, move through the world: not making people angry, taking responsibility for other people’s emotions, working extremely hard to keep everyone around them happy. It’s reflexive and self-protective, and it’s also exhausting, and if you do it long enough you stop consciously noticing all the individual moments when you’re making that choice.
falls completely flat in the face of the many instances of conscious manipulation and calculated behavior she employs to mold him and his behavior to her designs. that's not trying to keep someone happy, it's exerting power over someone else. i'm not saying the above quote isn't true, but it doesn't describe the character in this story.
again - there are asshole dudes out there who perpetuate legitimate assault. and then there's that hazy messy place where two or more well-meaning people are doing bedroom shit they maybe didn't set out to do, but it all seems to be fine in the fog of sweat and limbs and endorphins and probably booze. and maybe there's regret afterwards, but so much of life involves regret and at some point you gotta take responsibility for your own mistakes and misjudgments, whatever your gender.
when you're twenty (or any age, really, but hopefully you've learned lessons sooner rather than later) you're going to make a lot of mistakes, many of them sexual. and throughout your life, you're going to sleep with people you wish you hadn't, whether you're a man or a woman, and whatever the gender of the people in your bed. do i look back over ma vie sexuelle and, given the chance to redo (or rather, re-don't) think, "hm, maybe not that one?" yesh. have i been in the early stages or middle of something and thought, "i'd rather be reading." sure. i like reading. but the big dealbreaker in this story is that he's just not very good at sex. and she's not as into it as she thought she was going to be, when she was getting off thinking of herself seen through his eyes as this fine young thing that this older, chubby furry guy was lucky to have in his bed.
these two people were not right for each other. and there's no crime here, just run of the mill shitty behavior. so what you do in a situation like this is you get yourself out of it gracefully and without hurting people by leading them on or hurting people by leaving them without closure. grow up, do the right thing - "you're a good person, but you're not who i'm supposed to be with." it's sad, but it's respectful and true and no one's left sending unanswered texts into the world, confused and hurt, calling names.
that's my life lesson - try to fuck up as few people as you can on your way through the world. and stop laughing about him with your friends. not cool, sister.
and now i've gone and written a longer review for this than for any other story in this advent calendar so far, so see - everyone does stuff they don't mean to do. but i am only blaming myself.
anyway - i loved the writing - He rolled over and kissed her forehead, and she felt like a slug he’d poured salt on, disintegrating under that kiss, but have been made weary by the resulting kerfuffle.
for the past two years, i’ve set december’s project aside to do my own version of a sh
WELCOME TO DECEMBER PROJECT!
boilerplate mission statement intro:
for the past two years, i’ve set december’s project aside to do my own version of a short story advent calendar. it’s not a true advent calendar since i choose all the stories myself, but what it lacks in the ‘element of surprise’ department it more than makes up for in hassle, as i try to cram even MORE reading into a life already overcrammed with impossible personal goals (live up to your potential! find meaningful work! learn to knit!) merry merry wheee!
since i am already well behind in my *regular* reviewing, when it comes to these stories, whatever i poop out as far as reflections or impressions are going to be superficial and perfunctory at best. please do not weep for the great big hole my absented, much-vaunted critical insights are gonna leave in these daily review-spaces (and your hearts); i’ll try to drop shiny insights elsewhere in other reviews, and here, i will at least drop links to where you can read the stories yourselves for free, which - let’s be honest - is gonna serve you better anyway.
HAPPY READING, BOOKNERDS!!
links to all stories read in previous years' calendars can be found at the end of these reviews, in case you are a person who likes to read stories for free:
scroll down for links to this year’s stories which i will update as we go, and if you have any suggestions, send 'em my way! the only rules are: it must be available free online (links greatly appreciated), and it must be here on gr as its own thing so i can review it. thank you in advance!
DECEMBER 17
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I wonder if any of you have ever played a game called “Smee”.
again, it’s a little churlish to, in 2018, call a ghost story written in 1927 “predictable.” (stage whisper - even if it is) still, it’s a good ‘un, and would probably be goosebump-making if read aloud under the right circumstances, say, a haunted hayride, slumber party, or ‘round the fire in the darkened drawing room of a big old house. the kind of house bougie enough to have a drawing room. funnily enough, this is the same author whose story One Who Saw was the first of the eleven books in seth’s ghost stories for christmas series that i read. wait, that’s not the funny part. the funny part is that One Who Saw has NOTHING to do with christmas, but this one DOES. (pause for laughter)
even though you know what’s going to happen because the narrator more or less gives away the ending in his opening statements, and additionally because this particular lead-and-reveal has become, since 1927, very common in ghostie stories, there’s a pretty wince-y womp womp style ending in which you can almost see burrage’s 1927 eyebrows doing that “didn’t see that coming, didja??” thing before cutting off abruptly, presumably for maximum spookage.
in any event, i liked it more than One Who Saw, and it reminded me of another very enjoyable short story about party games gone wrong - graham greene's The End of the Party, which you should also check out. for now,
for the past two years, i’ve set december’s project aside to do my own version of a sh
WELCOME TO DECEMBER PROJECT!
boilerplate mission statement intro:
for the past two years, i’ve set december’s project aside to do my own version of a short story advent calendar. it’s not a true advent calendar since i choose all the stories myself, but what it lacks in the ‘element of surprise’ department it more than makes up for in hassle, as i try to cram even MORE reading into a life already overcrammed with impossible personal goals (live up to your potential! find meaningful work! learn to knit!) merry merry wheee!
since i am already well behind in my *regular* reviewing, when it comes to these stories, whatever i poop out as far as reflections or impressions are going to be superficial and perfunctory at best. please do not weep for the great big hole my absented, much-vaunted critical insights are gonna leave in these daily review-spaces (and your hearts); i’ll try to drop shiny insights elsewhere in other reviews, and here, i will at least drop links to where you can read the stories yourselves for free, which - let’s be honest - is gonna serve you better anyway.
HAPPY READING, BOOKNERDS!
links to all stories read in previous years' calendars can be found at the end of these reviews, in case you are a person who likes to read stories for free:
scroll down for links to this year’s stories which i will update as we go, and if you have any suggestions, send 'em my way! the only rules are: it must be available free online (links greatly appreciated), and it must be here on gr as its own thing so i can review it. thank you in advance!
DECEMBER 16
When the little blue mark came, of course it couldn’t tell me I was carrying a fox, just that I was pregnant. And even the scans didn’t seem to pick anything up, except they couldn’t agree whether or not I was carrying a girl or a boy. One hospital person seemed sure I was carrying a son. It all falls into place now of course, because that would have been her tail.
this is a short story about a woman who gives birth to a fox and the world is NOT COOL with it. she did not set out to have a fox-baby; she intercoursed a human male, but sometimes life throws you a genetic curveball and you end up with a child with heterochromia or a caul or sometimes they are a fox.
i do not have any children - that i know of- nor do i intend to. however, i have in the past publicly offered up my womb to science, for the noble cause of red panda-gestation, which offer still stands, if science can get their shit together. tick, tock mad scientists. in fact, i will offer it up for any endangered species that'll fit and isn't a bird or otherwise off-puttingly horned/clawed.
getting back on track, i loved this story because while everyone from the delivery room nurse to the foxen's father, grandmother, and her mother's friends and neighbors are horrified at the situation, the mother has the right idea, which is JACKPOT! A BABY FOX COMETH FROM MY LOINS!
obviously this is all meant to be allegorical &yadda, but i prefer to fantasize about me and my baby red panda having girls' night over a bowl of chocolate ice cream and bamboo shoots. come knock me up already, science! the rest of youse,
for the past two years, i’ve set december’s project aside to do my own version of a sh
WELCOME TO DECEMBER PROJECT!
boilerplate mission statement intro:
for the past two years, i’ve set december’s project aside to do my own version of a short story advent calendar. it’s not a true advent calendar since i choose all the stories myself, but what it lacks in the ‘element of surprise’ department it more than makes up for in hassle, as i try to cram even MORE reading into a life already overcrammed with impossible personal goals (live up to your potential! find meaningful work! learn to knit!) merry merry wheee!
since i am already well behind in my *regular* reviewing, when it comes to these stories, whatever i poop out as far as reflections or impressions are going to be superficial and perfunctory at best. please do not weep for the great big hole my absented, much-vaunted critical insights are gonna leave in these daily review-spaces (and your hearts); i’ll try to drop shiny insights elsewhere in other reviews, and here, i will at least drop links to where you can read the stories yourselves for free, which - let’s be honest - is gonna serve you better anyway.
HAPPY READING, BOOKNERDS!
links to all stories read in previous years' calendars can be found at the end of these reviews, in case you are a person who likes to read stories for free:
scroll down for links to this year’s stories which i will update as we go, and if you have any suggestions, send 'em my way! the only rules are: it must be available free online (links greatly appreciated), and it must be here on gr as its own thing so i can review it. thank you in advance!
DECEMBER 14
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The presence of Bob Dylan seems to make my brother anxious. Our dinner conversation is punctuated by his glares toward Bob, as if I have brought him here as another fuck you; look at the friends I have made in New York City. Thankfully Bob is oblivious, admiring each string bean on all sides before plunging it into his mouth. Later, there is an argument. There is something my brother wants me to admit and I won’t. Bob Dylan ends up with a busted lip.
well, hell. that's TWO great stories read in one night. maybe i should shamefully fail my short story advent calendar more often! no, i won't because GOALS!! GOALS ARE FOR WINNERS!
like the lahiri i just read, this is another family holiday story, only this one is thanksgiving instead of christmas, and it is bitterly angry-sad instead of melancholy-grieving-angry-sad. and also very funny. but funny with the trepidation of knowing it's going to be angry and punchy and awful and sad again any minute and the funny is just there so the angry hurts more when it hits. also, bob dylan preparing string beans for the thanksgiving meal and falling into candy displays. if that sounds like your kind of story, get on it! greg has been loving this author for ages and yet it's my first time checking her out, but i am SOLD!
sorry for the quickie, but i had to do this quick and dirty before tackling the rest of my evening plans and it's nearly NINE and i have checked very little off my to-do list and i'm old, people. i got maybe three more hours in me, tops before i conk out. but i did what i set out to do and i'll do it better tomorrow. this story is great, better than my salesmanship of it.
for the past two years, i’ve set december’s project aside to do my own version of a sh
WELCOME TO DECEMBER PROJECT!
boilerplate mission statement intro:
for the past two years, i’ve set december’s project aside to do my own version of a short story advent calendar. it’s not a true advent calendar since i choose all the stories myself, but what it lacks in the ‘element of surprise’ department it more than makes up for in hassle, as i try to cram even MORE reading into a life already overcrammed with impossible personal goals (live up to your potential! find meaningful work! learn to knit!) merry merry wheee!
since i am already well behind in my *regular* reviewing, when it comes to these stories, whatever i poop out as far as reflections or impressions are going to be superficial and perfunctory at best. please do not weep for the great big hole my absented, much-vaunted critical insights are gonna leave in these daily review-spaces (and your hearts); i’ll try to drop shiny insights elsewhere in other reviews, and here, i will at least drop links to where you can read the stories yourselves for free, which - let’s be honest - is gonna serve you better anyway.
HAPPY READING, BOOKNERDS!
links to all stories read in previous years' calendars can be found at the end of these reviews, in case you are a person who likes to read stories for free:
scroll down for links to this year’s stories which i will update as we go, and if you have any suggestions, send 'em my way! the only rules are: it must be available free online (links greatly appreciated), and it must be here on gr as its own thing so i can review it. thank you in advance!
DECEMBER 13
“I was tired, Kaushik,” he said. “Tired of coming home to an empty house every night.”
I didn’t know which was worse—the idea of my father’s remarrying for love or of his actively seeking out a stranger for companionship. My parents had had an arranged marriage, but there was a touch of romance about it, too, my father seeing my mother for the first time at a wedding and being so attracted that he had asked, the following week, for her hand. They had always been affectionate with each other, but it wasn’t until her illness that he seemed fully, recklessly, to fall in love with her, so that I was witness to a courtship that ought to have faded before I was born.
okay, i'm cheating a little bit and doubling up, having missed yesterday's short story read because of xmas shopping and exhaustion and because i am VERY BAD! and in the interests of trying not to repeat my being VERY BAD and missing tonight's short story read, leading me down the thorny path of snowballing failure, i am going to be even briefer than usual with this "review."
jhumpa lahiri is amazing at the short story form. i am a late bloomer in my appreciation of short stories, but Interpreter of Maladies was one of the first books that made me think, "hmmmmm, maybe short stories aren't so bad after all!" this particular story is all win - it's sad and real and as unpretty and messy as families are; not overdramatized for art nor romanticized for heart.
fantastic story and an ACTUAL christmas story, so have yourself a merry little christmas and check it out! while i scurry to fit another one in before i pass out. LGM!
for the past two years, i’ve set december’s project aside to do my own version of a sh
WELCOME TO DECEMBER PROJECT!
boilerplate mission statement intro:
for the past two years, i’ve set december’s project aside to do my own version of a short story advent calendar. it’s not a true advent calendar since i choose all the stories myself, but what it lacks in the ‘element of surprise’ department it more than makes up for in hassle, as i try to cram even MORE reading into a life already overcrammed with impossible personal goals (live up to your potential! find meaningful work! learn to knit!) merry merry wheee!
since i am already well behind in my *regular* reviewing, when it comes to these stories, whatever i poop out as far as reflections or impressions are going to be superficial and perfunctory at best. please do not weep for the great big hole my absented, much-vaunted critical insights are gonna leave in these daily review-spaces (and your hearts); i’ll try to drop shiny insights elsewhere in other reviews, and here, i will at least drop links to where you can read the stories yourselves for free, which - let’s be honest - is gonna serve you better anyway.
HAPPY READING, BOOKNERDS!
links to all stories read in previous years' calendars can be found at the end of these reviews, in case you are a person who likes to read stories for free:
scroll down for links to this year’s stories which i will update as we go, and if you have any suggestions, send 'em my way! the only rules are: it must be available free online (links greatly appreciated), and it must be here on gr as its own thing so i can review it. thank you in advance!
DECEMBER 12
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Mrs Igwe asked, "Where is your son?"
For a moment, my mother looked startled. Mrs Igwe's eyes were hard, black pebbles and in them was something of an accusation.
"He's asleep. He's not feeling well."
"Since that day?" Mrs Igwe asked.
"Yes," my mother said firmly and turned back to Doctor Igwe.
chimamanda ngozi adichie is amazing, always has been, always will be. when i discovered she had a story i could use for this project, my heart SOARED. i knew that i could come home from a long tiring day and be rewarded with fluid prose and baller storytelling. and even though i have no idea how this makes guardian's christmas ghost story list, unless they are broadening the definitions of two of those three words, or unless both 'christmas' and 'ghost' mean different things across the pond, like 'lift' and 'jumper,' i'm not going to quibble about classification. i'm just going to thank the angels for adichie and this unexpectedly creepy family story that gave me the sad horrors but also made me really hungry for catfish pepper soup. my words are useless tonight.
for the past two years, i’ve set december’s project aside to do my own version of a sh
WELCOME TO DECEMBER PROJECT!
boilerplate mission statement intro:
for the past two years, i’ve set december’s project aside to do my own version of a short story advent calendar. it’s not a true advent calendar since i choose all the stories myself, but what it lacks in the ‘element of surprise’ department it more than makes up for in hassle, as i try to cram even MORE reading into a life already overcrammed with impossible personal goals (live up to your potential! find meaningful work! learn to knit!) merry merry wheee!
since i am already well behind in my *regular* reviewing, when it comes to these stories, whatever i poop out as far as reflections or impressions are going to be superficial and perfunctory at best. please do not weep for the great big hole my absented, much-vaunted critical insights are gonna leave in these daily review-spaces (and your hearts); i’ll try to drop shiny insights elsewhere in other reviews, and here, i will at least drop links to where you can read the stories yourselves for free, which - let’s be honest - is gonna serve you better anyway.
HAPPY READING, BOOKNERDS!
links to all stories read in previous years' calendars can be found at the end of these reviews, in case you are a person who likes to read stories for free:
scroll down for links to this year’s stories which i will update as we go, and if you have any suggestions, send 'em my way! the only rules are: it must be available free online (links greatly appreciated), and it must be here on gr as its own thing so i can review it. thank you in advance!
DECEMBER 10
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The shelves yielded miracle after miracle. Here was The Death of Superman, directed by Tim Burton, starring Nicolas Cage; in Pete’s universe, Burton and Cage had both dropped the project early on. Here was Total Recall, but directed and written by David Cronenberg, not Paul Verhoeven. Here was The Terminator, but starring O.J. Simpson rather than Arnold Schwarzenegger—though Schwarzenegger was still in the film, as Kyle Reese. Here was Raiders of the Lost Ark, but starring Tom Selleck instead of Harrison Ford—and there was no sign of any later Indiana Jones films, which was sad. Pete’s hands were already full of DVDs, and he juggled them awkwardly while pulling more movies from the shelves. Here was Casablanca starring George Raft instead of Bogart, and maybe it had one of the alternate endings, too! Here a John Wayne World War II movie he’d never heard of, but the box copy said it was about the ground invasion of the Japanese islands, and called it a “riveting historical drama.” A quick scan of the shelves revealed no sign of Stanley Kubrick’s Dr. Strangelove, and those two things together suggested that in this world, the atomic bomb was never dropped on Japan. The implications of that were potentially vast . . . but Pete dismissed broader speculations from his mind as another film caught his eye. In this world, Kubrick had lived long enough to complete Artificial Intelligence on his own, and Pete had to see that, without Steven Spielberg’s sentimental touch turning the movie into Pinocchio.
this is a sweet, if predictable, story about a maaaagical parallel-world video store full of films that were never made and missing films that were - in 'our' world, anyway. it's also a film-geek romance. it's cute, it's light, it's schmaltzy enough to give you cavities - just a little fantasy puff piece, whose unchallenging content is absolutely appreciated (by me) after a long tiring day, but it's not going to stay with me long. super film geeks may appreciate this more than me, for the references and the 'what-if' daydreams it is likely to inspire. me, i'd rather have byron's burned-up memoir over A Streetcar Named Desire starring jessica tandy. (replacing vivien leigh, not marlon brando. i'd totally watch it if it was jessica tandy AND vivien leigh, no matter which of those ladies stepped into the stanley kowalski role.)
for the past two years, i’ve set december’s project aside to do my own version of a sh
WELCOME TO DECEMBER PROJECT!
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for the past two years, i’ve set december’s project aside to do my own version of a short story advent calendar. it’s not a true advent calendar since i choose all the stories myself, but what it lacks in the ‘element of surprise’ department it more than makes up for in hassle, as i try to cram even MORE reading into a life already overcrammed with impossible personal goals (live up to your potential! find meaningful work! learn to knit!) merry merry wheee!
since i am already well behind in my *regular* reviewing, when it comes to these stories, whatever i poop out as far as reflections or impressions are going to be superficial and perfunctory at best. please do not weep for the great big hole my absented, much-vaunted critical insights are gonna leave in these daily review-spaces (and your hearts); i’ll try to drop shiny insights elsewhere in other reviews, and here, i will at least drop links to where you can read the stories yourselves for free, which - let’s be honest - is gonna serve you better anyway.
HAPPY READING, BOOKNERDS!
links to all stories read in previous years' calendars can be found at the end of these reviews, in case you are a person who likes to read stories for free:
scroll down for links to this year’s stories which i will update as we go, and if you have any suggestions, send 'em my way! the only rules are: it must be available free online (links greatly appreciated), and it must be here on gr as its own thing so i can review it. thank you in advance!
DECEMBER 8
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The promise made in the terms of surrender was that the Others would grow in us so slowly that our precious human bodies would have a chance to die of old age, surrounded by our 100% human children and grandchildren, before our stomachs burst open. Only the kids born in the first twenty years after the War would be affected. That meant that apart from some kind of territorial division of the planet between humans and Others, by the time the new generation was gone, everything would be back to normal. The crowning result of their science mixed with ours.
When the videos of yellow tentacles ripping their way out of fourteen-year-olds’ bellies started showing on CNN, there were riots in the streets. Never mind that it would have been a miracle if there hadn’t been a single slipup in the gestation-slowing procedures, or that there was no evidence that it was happening to more than .00001% of kids around the world . . . people were sure that this was a sign that the Evil Aliens Had Lied To Us.
this is a three-star that i am willing into four-star territory. there's a lot about it i think is successful: i like the premise, and i don't mind that it cuts off just when things start getting exciting, forcing the reader to fill in the aftermath with their own logical speculations.
but, hm.
i like the whitman angle applied to the WE ARE VENOM conceit, but it's really just the one sound bite used here. and i know Song of Myself is a really long and frequently undisciplined poem, but there's a ton of material that could have been extracted from it to use towards fleshing this out a bit more. i dunno - it felt a little half-assed, less a part of the story then something for the story to lean on, and then explicitly calling it out - like tagging whitman on an instagram post. we are disappoint.
and as cool as parts of this were, knowing more about the relationship between alex and his otherself would have been welcome - there are some contradictory moments i'm trying to work out, as well as the alex and natasha relationship - they seem perfectly compatible, but considering the brevity of their relationship, it's a pretty bold move on alex's part.
i told myself i'm not overthinking short stories anymore, especially on this one-a-day advent calendar so i am turning off my brain. we'll give it a four because it is the season of giving and i am going to get on santa's nice list if it kills me.