(I haven’t even managed to read my O. Henry Prize Stories 2014 and already 2015 has come out. I’m never going to catch up.)
I like short stories. They’re my potato chips or candy, snacking for my brain (even the serious short stories that should be more like a lump in my stomach). I pick up short story books or request them as ARCs because I like reading them. That’s why I asked for The O. Henry Prize Stories 2015, okay Introduction? I don’t need twenty pages of an English professor rah-rah-brigading me about short stories, then summarizing each story, then explaining to me why each story merits inclusion in the collection. Just let me at the stories! I hate introductions.
So let’s get to the stories. Hooray! Stories! But they are American. I always struggle to articulate my feelings towards American fiction. The best I’ve ever come up with is insular. There’s a self-importance too, but no one that is mean-spirited. It’s not bragging or even humble-bragging. But it’s whatever comes with the knowledge that due to population and money and global positioning and power: that being American can mean forcing an influence on the rest of the English speaking world that say me, as a Canadian, cannot force. The stories here vary between US-born to those who have chosen (or are in the process of choosing, as in Manuel Muñoz’s “The Happiest Girl in the Whole USA”) to locate themselves in the States, and this tone of American-ness washes the stories out. Even the ones that are stylistically different (the first person plural of Naira Kuzmich’s “The Kingsley Drive Chorus”, the fairy tale world of Elizabeth McCracken’s “Birdsong from the Radio”, the East Africa of Lionel Shriver’s “Kilifi Creek”) are still similar. One might believe that these were all written by the same author, each story investigating the subtle. It’s like there was a memo in 2015: Forget what they told you in high school about short stories. No changes, epiphanies, or surprises. I can’t say there are a lot of surprises here. There are a lot of abrupt endings in surprise’s place. Many of these stories simply stop in another shared stylistic quirk. I can’t be satisfied with a story that simply stops. I feel ripped off.
I should also crown my favourite, simply because the three person jury each wrote a little paragraph at the end regarding their favourite and I guess that’s the thing one is supposed to do in collections like this. I’ll pick the fairy tale monstrousness of Elizabeth McCracken’s “Birdsong from the Radio”. That one didn’t need to be an American story, in the way some of the other stories needed to be set in the States or inhabited by US-ians. It chose to be an American story. That made me like it best.
The O. Henry Prize Stories 2015 edited by Laura Furman went on sale September 15, 2015.
I received a copy free from Netgalley in exchange for an honest review.