If You [ ]: Fabula, Fantasy, F**kery, Hope
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- $9.99
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- $9.99
Publisher Description
A relationship ends in the space between [ ]. Abe Lincoln and Edgar Allan Poe Two stroll the river in the afterlife, debating a second death. Two boys navigate jazz, baseball, and growing up in the second between the pitch and the swing. And a man from Living Dangerously sets off across the ocean on a pile of lobster traps, seeking the truth of the smoke on the wind.
With If You [ ], author Colin Fleming breaks the unwritten rule of the short story collection. In over thirty different styles, Fleming delivers a punk rock triple album in book form—compositions that display a dizzying range of fearless artistry, from horror to hyper-experimental to a story disguised as a grocery list. Together, these pieces resonate with unexpected chords, exploring the breadth of human experience and affirming that that narrative is everywhere, if we are able and willing to see it.
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Fleming's fresh new collection (after Meatheads Say the Realest Things) comprises various voices with an overarching erudition, making the whole of the 18 stories greater than the sum of its parts. A relaxed, meandering bro persona is the most prominent. "A Deuce Cross" makes for a surprisingly tender coming-of-age story about brotherly love and a passion for the Beatles. In "Rimers Boots," the protagonist works a gritty summer job that pushes him toward an artist's life. "The Effect of Gravity upon the Tub" offers a change of pace, with a courtly, Victorian flavor and a juicily macabre plot. Several of the shorter pieces start with a clever conceit and end abruptly, feeling like palate cleansers between the longer, shaggier works. "My Death Tie" captures a funereal feeling with short, punchy sentences. "Brackets" flirts with free verse in its playful word placement and typography. "The Ghosts in the Alley, the Ghosts in the Wall" seems particularly apt for the Covid-19 era, with its isolated protagonist haunted by carnal fears that become more elaborate as he dwells on them. Throughout, Fleming maintains a mischievous sense of self-deprecation and perspective, and zeroes in on pitch perfect words (in "Brackets," vermin are described as "rapscallions... entering in droves"). Not everything is fully realized, but it's always smart and worth sinking into.