Someone, probably Steven R. Donaldson, once wrote that the short story is to the novel as champagne is to beer. I don’t know that I entirely agree with the metaphor (as I don’t drink beer and rarely touch champagne) but I understand the thought behind it. There’s something about the way a really well-crafted short can let you get into a character’s skin that makes it magical.
This all came to mind when someone mentioned Ray Bradbury’s “All Summer in a Day” in a thread I’m too lazy to look up right now. I’d never read it before, but I am inestimably glad to have been led to it. But, as lovely as it is, it still doesn’t compare to Andre Dubus’s “The Timing on Sin,” from his collection Dancing After Hours in which the main character tells her best friend about nearly committing adultery two nights before (I’m not using spoiler space because the first paragraph tells you exactly that). And even that pales beside Valerie Martin’s “The Freeze,” from her collection The Consolation of Nature in which a fortysomething’s hope of falling in love causes her to…well, I don’t want to spoil it. Read the story.
But that’s just me. What are your favorite short stories?
