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Posted by Longreads
For years, the #longreads hashtag on Twi er has been filled with great story
recommendations from people around the world. Pravesh Bhardwaj is a
longtime contributor — throughout the year he posts his favorite short stories,
and then in January we’re lucky enough to get a list of his favorites to enjoy in
the year ahead.
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For many years now I’ve been posting short stories on Twi er. It’s a
nightly thing: Before si ing down to write (I work on spec
screenplays), I look around for a story, read it, then share it. I end up
reading almost every day, irrespective of whether I am able to write
something or not. (This year I am working on a screenplay that’s a
noirish police procedural in the Hindi language set in satellite city
Noida, near New Delhi, the capital of India.)
Starting with Yiyun Li’s “On the Street Where You Live” from The New
Yorker, to P. D. James’s “The Murder of Santa Claus” from Lithub, I read
305 stories in 2017. Here are ten that I enjoyed the most, in random
order:
How could I have failed to notice such deep bruises on the body of
the only person I lived with? I tried to count the fine wrinkles
radiating out from the corners of my wife’s eyes. Then I told her to
take off all her clothes. A red flush appeared along the line of her
cheekbones, which her weight loss had left indecently sharp. She
tried to remonstrate with me.
William had no girlfriends in high school, and his mother once sat
him down at the table in her spotless kitchen and asked if he was
gay. She said it would be fine with her. She loved him
unconditionally, and they would figure out a way to tell his father.
But William wasn’t gay. He was just absurdly, painfully in love
with Bridey Taylor, who leaned on the piano and sang while he
played, and he had no way of telling her. He was too shy to
pursue other girls, even when the payoff seemed either likely or
worth the agony. But he didn’t tell his mother that. It was too
humiliating. He just stammered an unconvincing denial.
‘Axis of Happiness’ (Min Jin Lee, Narrative
Magazine, 2003)
Pachinko is one the best-received books of 2017 and I need to buy it as
soon as possible.
This is all new to us. Once upon a time, we were in the big city,
and the population of our neighborhood—a small district in a
large borough in one of the nation’s largest cities—the population
of just our neighborhood was ten times bigger than the population
of our entire city today. If you can call it a city. Everything here is
called Village Something: the Village Laundromat, the Village
Stationery, the Village Tavern, the Village Pizza, the Village Freez
(an ice cream stand), the Village Idiot (a bar). It doesn’t pretend to
be what it’s not.
Eugene was a scholarship boy. One of his teachers had told him
that he was too smart to be going to a regular high school and
gave him a list of prep schools. Eugene applied to all of them
—”just for the hell of it”—and all of them accepted him. He finally
decided on Choate because only Choate had offered him a travel
allowance. His father was dead and his mother, a nurse, had three
other kids to support, so Eugene didn’t think it would be fair to
ask her for anything. As the train came into Wallingford he asked
me if I would be his roommate.
p.s. I must add that I also liked Kristen Roupenian’s “Cat Person” and I’m
absolutely fascinated by the fact that it went viral on the internet. It was
surprising to see a short story all over the place.
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January 9, 2018