Oh, high school English class. Nothing drives fear of classic literature into the hearts of teenagers better than over-analysis, strictly formatted essays, and forced discussion. I’m sure “Heart of Darkness,” “Lord of the Flies,” and “Old Man and the Sea” aren’t really that terrible, but English classes sure tried to convince me they were. To this day, I dread William Faulkner, approach Ernest Hemingway warily, and avoid John Gardner like the plague, thanks to “Grendel” and its endless discussions of (shudder) existentialism.
A few books managed redeem themselves, however. “The Great Gatsby” was one of them; “Fahrenheit 451” was another. Some, like “To Kill A Mockingbird,” were actually good the first time, although getting to watch any movie adaptation always helped (especially if Gregory Peck was involved). But that didn’t happen very often.
Short stories were another animal entirely. I don’t think I’ve ever debated a work of fiction more often than “Hills Like White Elephants” by Hemingway. (I’m not wild about it but I know a ton of people who are.) But for whatever reason, short stories seem to stick in our memories. The other day Kevin and I were talking politics and “The Lottery” came up. I have a litany of Ray Bradbury stories to fall back on when I need inspiration. Several classes at Linfield involved analyzing short stories – some of them were forgotten, some of them weren’t. Here are a few stories that have managed to retain their space in my abysmal memory.
1. “The Lottery” by Shirley Jackson. It’s not a horror story, but it’s truly scary. The first time you read this story, you hardly realize anything is wrong until three-quarters of the way through. By the end, you want to curl up under a blanket with a teddy bear.
2. “The Yellow Wallpaper” by Charlotte Perkins Williams. This longer story preceded “The Awakening” by a good seven years, but the themes of feminist repression are the same. “The Yellow Wallpaper” plays out like something by Shakespeare or Kubrick: the narrator, suffering from “hysteria,” slowly goes insane while staying in a summer vacation home, obsessing over patterns in the wallpaper. This one makes the list because it’s downright haunting, in an “Exorcist” kind of way.
3. “Desiree’s Baby” by Kate Chopin. It’s a whole season of a soap opera in one sitting! And it’s okay that it’s a soap opera, because it’s literary. It’s American southern Gothic to the core – love at first sight, mysterious origins, grand estates, painful twists of fate. The final sentence is the most important, but the general premise is that a loving couple’s marriage evaporates when their baby turns out to be partly African-American. It’s very short, so really, you have no excuse to not read it. Even though I’ve read it for classes two or three times, it gets more enjoyable – sort of like watching “Oceans 11” again and again, because you notice new things.
4. “The Library of Babel” by Jorge Luis Borges. I think I need an entire class, or possibly mind-altering drugs, to understand this story. It makes the list because even though it drives me absolutely nuts, it’s intriguing and well-written enough that I want to read it over and over until it makes sense. There’s this library, and it goes on for infinity, and it’s full of hexagonal rooms consisting of bookshelves holding an infinite number of books, but most of them aren’t actually books as we know them because there are only 22 letters and they seem to be printed randomly on the pages, and somewhere there’s the One True Book that explains everything and it’s being sought by
ringwraiths men in robes, and sometimes people go crazy and jump to their deaths because all the potential knowledge out there is just totally beyond them. So it’s, like, a metaphor for the futility of religion, and like, commentary on our minuscule existence? Or it’s actually a mathematical formula? Or like, a reminder about how language influences our perceptions? Dude.
5. “Well, What Do You Have To Say For Yourself?” by Ray Bradbury. Ray Bradbury is unquestionably the reason I write. Reading “The Illustrated Man” for the first time had the same impact on me as seeing “Star Wars” – I was introduced to whole new worlds, but more importantly, it showed me that people could make a living creating those worlds. Bradbury is one of the greatest modern storytellers, and anyone who writes both “Twilight Zone” episodes and one of the most well-regarded political allegories of the modern age (link to F 451), not to mention around 500 short stories, is worthy of admiration. But the story that really, truly, floored me and brought tears to my eyes the first time I read it and every time since – that’s this one. It’s published in “One More for the Road,” which has less science fiction and more poetic stories about summer and love and strangers from the past. This story is a simple conversation between a man who’s been cheating and his wife who agrees to hear him out, and what follows addresses everyone’s deepest fears and motivations and above all the importance of acceptance and forgiveness.
(By the way, Zach Snyder is directing an adaptation of “The Illustrated Man,” and the producer of “I, Robot” and “Marmaduke” is working on “The Martian Chronicles.” I’m not so sure I’m thrilled about either.)
So what stories do you find yourself remembering? Have I been unfair to Hemingway? Do you want to geek out over Ray Bradbury with me? Please do, I would very much enjoy that.