This is truly the most wonderful time of the year (or the most wonderful time of the past many years). The absolutely flawless Lorrie Moore’s new short story collection releases today! If you’re reading this during the day, I’m at work wishing I was home reading it. And if you’re reading this in the evening, I’m reading it. I cleared my work schedule for the evening specifically for this book.
I think there’s a law that all female creative writing majors have to love Lorrie Moore. In college, I read a lot of boring short stories. I mean, there were a lot of good ones, too, but so many of them were the same “old white dude” story told over and over again. Lorrie Moore stood out. Her characters were weird and unique. Her sentences were hilarious in a quiet way. And she created these crazy images and scenes that still stick in my head now. I read all of her books and then sat around thinking about how I would never be the writer she was (I’ve now come to terms with it).
After I graduated, she released her first novel, which I still remember walking to the library to pick up from the hold shelf. I won’t say it wasn’t good, because it was great! But it was one of the only things I’ve ever read that made me so upset that I almost had to stop reading it. It dealt with a very specific fear/paranoia of mine, which is that one little action you unthinkingly take can have catastrophic actions and/or result in death. Which is sort of a “Lorrie Moore theme,” honestly, but I can’t stop reading her.
Are you guys going to be reading Bark today? If not, what is even wrong with you? Never mind, I don’t want to know. Let’s close this out with some of my favorite Lorrie Moore quotes.
“She was not good on the phone. She needed the face, the pattern of eyes, nose, trembling mouth… People talking were meant to look at a face, the disastrous cupcake of it, the hide-and-seek of the heart dashing across. With a phone, you said words, but you never watched them go in. You saw them off at the airport but never knew whether there was anyone there to greet them when they got off the plane.”
“It was like the classic scene in the movies where one lover is on the train and one is on the platform and the train starts to pull away, and the lover on the platform begins to trot along and then jog and then sprint and then gives up altogether as the train speeds irrevocably off. Except in this case I was all the parts: I was the lover on the platform, I was the lover on the train. And I was also the train.”
“I feared Sarah was one of those women who instead of laughing said, ‘That’s funny,’ or instead of smiling said, ‘That’s interesting,”‘or instead of saying, ‘You are a stupid blithering idiot,’ said, ‘Well I think it’s a little more complicated than that.'”
Lorrie Moore image via Vanderbilt;