"Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit": The Short Story Reading Challenge
I never really was a fan of short stories - until now, it seems.
When I was younger I rejoiced when I found a really long book (children's books tend to be short). While I loved a lot of books that had regular "child length" (i.e. 150-200 pages), any book that came as a huge and heavy, bulky bundle of pages to me always had a special place in my reading heart and I was biased to like it. Probably because I could never get enough. Also once I started reading a book, like in real life, it took me quite some time, longer than others, to get acquainted to it's characters and settings. So when I finally felt at home in a book and it's world - the book was over. So I read books over and over again.
Later on the books I read got longer and after a phase of really digging into huge tomes I actually settled down to focus on the contents first and maybe even consider my mother's maxim that the true proficiency would lie in shortness (she had been indoctrinated with this by one of her teachers and constantly tried to "hammer" that into me, too*).
But for a long time even this beginning insight didn't make me like short stories at all. My old prejudices or problems with "getting" and "getting into" them stood firm for years. One of the very few exceptions to this rule made Edgar Allan Poe's stories. Why I don't exactly know, but to his stories I always had a very special connection and something drew me into each one of them, made me read them over and over again (probably an important point!) and never get tired of them.
Another exception was a special short story anthology with stories written for young adults all painting pictures of the future of mankind. This book is still one of my favorite books of all times (partly also because of the incredibly weird smell the book had and still has - I can smell it right now in my mind, just thinking about it...). Those stories were frightening and lovable, intelligent and artful, never dull and had new aspects each time I read them over.
Anyway. Only very lately, with studying literature and for those reason being forced not only to read several short stories (it started with The Portrait of Mr. W.H. by the divine Oscar Wilde, which lead me into a wild chase through literature theory in search of this ominous "Mr. W.H." of Shakespeare's), but also really intensely and deeply work with them (here my first one was Gogol's A Bewitched Place) the full meaning and the realm of possibilities of short stories became seizable to me. And I'm ready to explore!
So while I still won't declare it my motto, I do agree with Shakespeare's Polonius: Brevity is the soul of wit.
True genius is able to use nothing more than the absolute necessary to express the maximum.
And with appreciating this, I value short stories in a new light and salute writers who are skillful enough to write a short story who carries this principle.**
And so I found my admiration (because I still cannot wholeheartedly call it love) of short stories. Well done short stories. Those that open up a whole new world of literary possibilities to me. And this is why I joined in the Short Story Reading Challenge 2010.
I already read some short stories for the challenge and will post my reviews (maybe short reviews, too) soon.
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*Maybe here would a little excursion be necessary how I couldn't get enough of long, sheer endless sentences, in my own writing thought only those were true and tried to make them as artful as possible - and, as you may have guessed by now, am still not quite over it. But this can be the topic of another post...
**And yes, I do also try to be true to this maxim, when I write, but... but sometimes I indulge myself and go on rambling along as my heart pleases (never without a bad conscience however). Being adequately short is a lot of work ( - and hurts my inherent love of adjectives).
When I was younger I rejoiced when I found a really long book (children's books tend to be short). While I loved a lot of books that had regular "child length" (i.e. 150-200 pages), any book that came as a huge and heavy, bulky bundle of pages to me always had a special place in my reading heart and I was biased to like it. Probably because I could never get enough. Also once I started reading a book, like in real life, it took me quite some time, longer than others, to get acquainted to it's characters and settings. So when I finally felt at home in a book and it's world - the book was over. So I read books over and over again.
Later on the books I read got longer and after a phase of really digging into huge tomes I actually settled down to focus on the contents first and maybe even consider my mother's maxim that the true proficiency would lie in shortness (she had been indoctrinated with this by one of her teachers and constantly tried to "hammer" that into me, too*).
But for a long time even this beginning insight didn't make me like short stories at all. My old prejudices or problems with "getting" and "getting into" them stood firm for years. One of the very few exceptions to this rule made Edgar Allan Poe's stories. Why I don't exactly know, but to his stories I always had a very special connection and something drew me into each one of them, made me read them over and over again (probably an important point!) and never get tired of them.
Another exception was a special short story anthology with stories written for young adults all painting pictures of the future of mankind. This book is still one of my favorite books of all times (partly also because of the incredibly weird smell the book had and still has - I can smell it right now in my mind, just thinking about it...). Those stories were frightening and lovable, intelligent and artful, never dull and had new aspects each time I read them over.
Anyway. Only very lately, with studying literature and for those reason being forced not only to read several short stories (it started with The Portrait of Mr. W.H. by the divine Oscar Wilde, which lead me into a wild chase through literature theory in search of this ominous "Mr. W.H." of Shakespeare's), but also really intensely and deeply work with them (here my first one was Gogol's A Bewitched Place) the full meaning and the realm of possibilities of short stories became seizable to me. And I'm ready to explore!
So while I still won't declare it my motto, I do agree with Shakespeare's Polonius: Brevity is the soul of wit.
True genius is able to use nothing more than the absolute necessary to express the maximum.
And with appreciating this, I value short stories in a new light and salute writers who are skillful enough to write a short story who carries this principle.**
And so I found my admiration (because I still cannot wholeheartedly call it love) of short stories. Well done short stories. Those that open up a whole new world of literary possibilities to me. And this is why I joined in the Short Story Reading Challenge 2010.
I already read some short stories for the challenge and will post my reviews (maybe short reviews, too) soon.
________________________________
*Maybe here would a little excursion be necessary how I couldn't get enough of long, sheer endless sentences, in my own writing thought only those were true and tried to make them as artful as possible - and, as you may have guessed by now, am still not quite over it. But this can be the topic of another post...
**And yes, I do also try to be true to this maxim, when I write, but... but sometimes I indulge myself and go on rambling along as my heart pleases (never without a bad conscience however). Being adequately short is a lot of work ( - and hurts my inherent love of adjectives).
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