I have never really liked short stories. In general, I think they always bother me because they never give you all the information (because if they did they wouldn't be short huh.) Still, I try to read them because I always think, "Maybe I'll like this one." Well, I just got done reading a group of short stories by Dennis Lehane (the author of Mystic River) called Coronado and I really like them. They all had sort of a dark tone, so if you liked Mystic River you might like this (and if you haven't seen Mystic River I would recommend that too).
So I thought I had made a huge grown-up breakthrough. I thought I started to like short stories. The next logical steps were to start reading poetry, wear a cardigan and pretend to be an intellectual. You know those people. The kind that you stand behind on your one trip to an art gallery in two years and your both staring at the same painting and they are saying things like, "you can tell that the artist was painting the pain of a child that lived in a slum, ate newspaper clippings and never got to meet his grandmother" while you are thinking "How can painting a red strip on a black canvas be considered art???" Anyway, I thought I was inching my way to becoming that guy, uber-cultured if you will. Well don't worry, I read some more short stories and hated them. Back to my old self. The short stories collection was called Galletin Canyon (can't think of the author offhand) and about 4 of the 10 stories were set in the Bozeman area. Even that couldn't save it.
Hope everyone had a great thanksgiving.
B
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