Note: I’m trying to read a short story every day, and blogging it when the notion strikes me.
Read “The Great Amphibian” by Michelle Richmond today, which won the 2006 Mississippi Review prize. To see a list of her publications, click here. Wow. I really need to read more of her work, as she incorporates a kind of magic-that-isn’t that I’ve tried (and failed at) only once, in a workshop when magic realism seemed to be the thing to do. Hummingbirds flying out of human hearts, skin turning to clay, hands mysteriously going completely numb…the class had it all (though two of my examples come from the same writer and the other is mine, and doesn’t sound as spectacular as the other two). Richmond’s “magic” was a grandfather who could walk along the bottom of bodies of water, and a peculiar lake where old men raced toy yachts, wore funny gloves, and failed to help a man who fell (was pushed) in the water by a newcomer. All from the perspective of the very-pregnant granddaughter of The Great Amphibian himself, who had disppeared under water one day, and never surfaced. I won’t give away the ending.
Anyone read her?