Twelve new stories from a prolific master of the short form.
In Oates’ new collection, the zero-sum game so often at work in relationships is explored with exhaustive care. These relationships take varied forms. Sometimes characters struggle with power dynamics. In “Lovesick,” E___ seeks out her former lover to tell him she is being threatened by an anonymous caller, a fact that seems to shock and gratify him in equal turns. In other stories, the relationships are well worn, long settled in their more-or-less predictable gender roles, which have become insufficient to clothe the hostilities that exist at their cores. The lengthy central story, “The Suicide,” stuns with the relentless misogyny of the main character, a brilliant writer consumed by suicidal ideation, who’s disgusted by the “bottomless tar pit of [his wife’s] compassion” even as he reveals that this slavish compassion is the only emotion he has allowed her to express. Indeed, in many of the stories, the power that is transferred between characters centers around a perversion of the expression of female nurture. In “The Cold,” a mother of young children who has suffered a recent miscarriage is prevented from recovery by the presence of frigid breezes that creep up behind her like “an unwanted caress.” As bound as these characters are by their knotted relationships, they are even more bound by the taut, efficient sentences that throttle any hope a character might have of resolving their intractable dilemmas. Indeed, throughout the collection, Oates’ vicious incisiveness enacts a more brutal persecution than any of the cruelties the characters inflict upon each other—ultimately leaving little room for change in any direction other than the downward spiral. While this makes for a heady reading experience, it also creates a certain thinness to the collection as a whole that results in individual stories feeling like experiments with a theme rather than explorations of the unlikely, but still human, extremes to which the characters are forced.
Boldly cruel and consummately styled, these tales never fail to provoke if not always to satisfy.