One Hundred and Forty Five Stories in a Small Box (Part 2): Minor RobberiesAuthor: Deb Olin Unferth
Publisher: McSweeney's Books
Year:2007
Genre: Microfiction
Pages: 143
Number in Series: 2/3: "145 Stories in a Small Box"
Inspirations to other media: N/A
This is the second book out of three contained in "145 Stories in a Small Box," but this is nowhere near as good as Sarah Manguso's.
Like "Hard to Admit and Harder to Escape", there were interesting ideas, situations, and wordings throughout the book. However, Deb Olin Unferth did not handle these anywhere near as well as Sarah Manguso did.
Also, I just couldn't get over the atrocious writing style. The whole no-quotation-marks thing is one thing. I can deal with that. Except when the entire story is a conversation and the speaker changes often.
But there were other issues I had, and note that this isn't with the story! This is with the writing style of a published author! I've never encountered a published author with a poor writing style until now. And I hope that I never have to suffer through one like this again.
Everything is generally written in rather short sentences, but each story had at least one massively awful and completely unnecessary run-on sentence that could be an entire paragraph.
There were little quirks and little cutesy things that tried to be funny or whatever, but ended up just being annoying. For example, here's a direct quote from "Another One":
"There were animals too [sic]. Certainly one dog who lumbered through the house and one dog who never moved but lay, wrapped in a blanket, beside the father who never moved and a mother was always thinking it, the dog, was cold."
The emphasis was, of course, mine.
There are times when clarifying the pronouns can be funny. It generally is when the clarification is grammatically necessary but not always pragmatically so. Meaning, you probably know what the writer means, but it is not 100 percent grammatically correct, so there is a chance of confusion. Such is not the case here.
Technically, this does follow that rule of thumb, but nobody is going to think that "it" was referring to blanket, even though blanket is the antecedent.
And if this were the only issue, that would be fine. But it isn't. "There, There" is a pointless conversation that appears to have been written entirely for the purpose of making a conversation that juxtaposes he and she and here and there in every which way possible. An interesting proposition, but the finished result is just stupid.
I would give this a more thorough review, but I don't want to waste any more time on this rubbish. I really have nothing positive to say here, so I suppose I'll start to wrap this up. Below is a listing of the stories contained within the book and the scores for each of them. Remember, anything under a "B-" should not be published.
La Pena: C
Frank Lloyd Wright: C-
Once She Once Was: B-
Dog: C
Deb Olin Unferth: B-
To Be Honest: C+
Brevity: D+
Minor Robberies: E
Maybe a Superhero: C
Juan the Cell-Phone Salesman: B-
Passport: D
Soap: B+
Minute Lives of Great Composers: B-
Give Them the Bag: C
Single Percent: A-
Things That Went Wrong Thus Far: B
Bad: C
The Present of Concern: B+
Another One: D
En Transito: C+
Relations: C
Ax: F
Twice: C+
There, There: D+
Sickos: B
A Kidnapping Story: F
The Container: C
To Do: C+
Secondly They Are: D
Managing: E
The Messenger: B
House-Sitting: B-
Vacation: B+
Time That Another: C+
Pass: 12/34 (35.3%)
Fail: 22/34 (64.7%)
Overall: E+
This was actually one of the few things that I've ever read that was truly unenjoyable. I think I've hated my life for the past few days as I've read this. The main reason any of these stories got above a "D" was because of originality. I never thought I'd actually give a professional, published work an "F", and here I've given out two.
Final Word: A sincerely unenjoyable experience.
Recommend?: No. Not at all. Geez. In fact, I've already taken this book up to the library and left it there to be sold to some unfortunate sap.
I feel sorry for whoever wastes a quarter on this, but even more so on whoever wastes their time reading this. For example, myself. I also feel sorry for the trees on whom this dribble is printed.
In case I didn’t make it obvious enough, do not waste your time reading this.
P.S.: I can no longer find the book of the shelf of books to be sold at the library. That means either someone bought it -- poor soul -- or that someone read a little of it, realized it sucked, and threw it out. I hate to be so mean, but I cannot deny the truth.
~ SE (Vega Boralis)
This review ©2010 Richard Gibson
One Hundred and Forty Five Stories in a Small Box: Hard to Admit and Harder to Escape ©2007 by Sarah Manguso and McSweeney's Books
One Hundred and Forty Five Stories in a Small Box: Minor Robberies ©2007 by Deb Olin Unferth and McSweeney's Books
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