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Here We Are in Paradise: Stories
A collection of powerful short stories set in North Carolina includes "Charlotte," about a professional wrestling extravaganza that uncovers a young couple's differences, and "Gettysburg," in which a middle-aged man falls in love--with his wife.
198 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 1994
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Tony Earley
26 books94 followersTony Earley (born 1961) is an American novelist and short story writer. He was born in San Antonio, Texas, but grew up in North Carolina. His stories are often set in North Carolina.
Earley studied English at Warren Wilson College and after graduation in 1983, he spent four years as a reporter in North Carolina, first as a general assignment reporter for The Thermal Belt News Journal in Columbus, and then as sports editor and feature writer at The Daily Courier in Forest City. Later he attended the University of Alabama in Tuscaloosa, where he received an MFA in creative writing. He quickly found success writing short stories, first with smaller literary magazines, then with Harper's, which published two of his stories: "Charlotte" in 1992 and "The Prophet From Jupiter" in 1993. The latter story helped Harper's win a National Magazine Award for fiction in 1994.
In 1996, Earley's short stories earned him a place on Granta's list of the "20 Best Young American Novelists", and shortly after that announcement, The New Yorker featured him in an issue that focused on the best new novelists in America. He has twice been included in the annual Best American Short Stories anthology. His writing style has been compared by critics to writers as distant as a young Ernest Hemingway and E. B. White. One of his favorite writers is Willa Cather.
Earley studied English at Warren Wilson College and after graduation in 1983, he spent four years as a reporter in North Carolina, first as a general assignment reporter for The Thermal Belt News Journal in Columbus, and then as sports editor and feature writer at The Daily Courier in Forest City. Later he attended the University of Alabama in Tuscaloosa, where he received an MFA in creative writing. He quickly found success writing short stories, first with smaller literary magazines, then with Harper's, which published two of his stories: "Charlotte" in 1992 and "The Prophet From Jupiter" in 1993. The latter story helped Harper's win a National Magazine Award for fiction in 1994.
In 1996, Earley's short stories earned him a place on Granta's list of the "20 Best Young American Novelists", and shortly after that announcement, The New Yorker featured him in an issue that focused on the best new novelists in America. He has twice been included in the annual Best American Short Stories anthology. His writing style has been compared by critics to writers as distant as a young Ernest Hemingway and E. B. White. One of his favorite writers is Willa Cather.
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July 23, 2014
The most difficult part of writing short stories is creating fully-realized characters that a reading audience can immediately form a connection with. In this manner Earley has shown himself to be a master. This book is a series of short stories that mostly feature glimses of small town life. One of my favorites is Charlotte, a story that explores the romance and excitement of professional wrestling from the town's past. The most moving story is the title story about Vernon and his wife Peggy, who is dying of breast cancer. The exploration of Vernon's panic and fear at the thought of losing his wife and Peggy's stoic acceptance of the inevitable is absolutely heartrending. Four and a half stars.
April 21, 2011
"I am not sure that I have lived a life that mattered, in the way that my mother wanted, but I have lived a life, and there is always something to be said about that."
September 8, 2024
This collection starts with "Prophet from Jupiter," which is (as someone with a degree in creative writing) is simultaneously maybe the most influential modern short story and one of the worst stories I've ever had the displeasure of reading. I hope the others mark an improvement, but the first story here is a pretty good case for giving up on the collection immediately.
Edit: Almost every story has the word "nipple" or "nipples" in it
Edit: Almost every story has the word "nipple" or "nipples" in it
August 20, 2008
Short story collection, I don't like all the stories, some of them I find downright boring, but it contains two absolute must-reads: "Charlotte" which is a story about a relationship that has ended and also wrestling, and "The Prophet from Jupiter" which is about a relationship ending and is the single most mind-blowing story I have read at the time I first read it, at the request of an actual writer. And it is probably one of the most often-imitated stories in MFA programs across the country over the last ten years or so. But, with good reason. Along with Rick Bass' story "Fires" this one is at the very top of my list.
November 26, 2020
Ingenious stories replete with startling and vivid details, and funny with what might be called mordant humor but is more accurately vicious ridicule. The guys are usually hum-drum but caring dubs, while the women are sexually aggressive and mean. In sum, a book of literary practical jokes with a sentence of ennui or longing at the closure, like a trick ending, to fool the reader into believing something profound has been expressed. The final story, My Father’s Heart, stuffed with historical information c. 1905-1924, attempts something elegiac but feels artificial, even to the expected note of ennui at the end, a statement that “our stories go on.”
September 20, 2016
The first 3 stories were 5 star. The end of each one left me sitting in my chair long minutes after finishing, my mind and heart in a tumult of thought and emotion. The rest of the stories were good, but did not have the same effect. The last couple did not seem to fit in with the more modern stories at the beginning. (They were more stories about Jim Glass from Earley's book "Jim the Boy."
March 3, 2018
I wanted to read this book after reading Earley’s more recent collection, Mr. Tall. His writing has a rootsy feel, embedded in rural landscapes and rural people, put through the kinds of situations and reflections that are stripped down to essentials.
Earley’s writing is regional — this collection is mainly set in rural North Carolina. It has a kind of deep seclusion to it, both in time and space, that makes such places as Charlotte, Atlanta, or Richmond seem like other worlds to the characters here. That seclusion serves to focus the lives of his characters on the here and now.
The title story zeroes in on the lives of an aging couple, Vernon and Peggy. Life never becomes what each of them separately wants it to be, and, for that matter, they never successfully and fully share their versions of what they want life to be. But they fell in love shared a life together, and apart in their own thoughts. That they live in “paradise” is both ironic and true at the same time, the same way they both share a life and live inevitably separate lives.
Another story that stuck with me was “Lord Randall”, which borders on the kind of surrealism that was more common in Mr. Tall. The strangely named Lord Randall lives with his parents, whose lives center on a trout pond in the mountains. They strive, although only in a very quirky way, to make a tourist attraction of the pond, with a kind of unaccountable faith that things will work out. It’s as if it doesn’t really matter that the world won’t actually flock to their pond — it’s the perfect medium for their natural and free quirkiness.
There’s a lot here, more portraits than plots. So if you’re in the mood for entertaining reflection, it’s a good place to stop.
Earley’s writing is regional — this collection is mainly set in rural North Carolina. It has a kind of deep seclusion to it, both in time and space, that makes such places as Charlotte, Atlanta, or Richmond seem like other worlds to the characters here. That seclusion serves to focus the lives of his characters on the here and now.
The title story zeroes in on the lives of an aging couple, Vernon and Peggy. Life never becomes what each of them separately wants it to be, and, for that matter, they never successfully and fully share their versions of what they want life to be. But they fell in love shared a life together, and apart in their own thoughts. That they live in “paradise” is both ironic and true at the same time, the same way they both share a life and live inevitably separate lives.
Another story that stuck with me was “Lord Randall”, which borders on the kind of surrealism that was more common in Mr. Tall. The strangely named Lord Randall lives with his parents, whose lives center on a trout pond in the mountains. They strive, although only in a very quirky way, to make a tourist attraction of the pond, with a kind of unaccountable faith that things will work out. It’s as if it doesn’t really matter that the world won’t actually flock to their pond — it’s the perfect medium for their natural and free quirkiness.
There’s a lot here, more portraits than plots. So if you’re in the mood for entertaining reflection, it’s a good place to stop.
December 12, 2019
Tony Earley is great stuff. This book was an awesome read and definitely made me think about my marriage and how I define myself. Tony’s short stories take place in North Carolina and though they all are quirky and unique, they share a small town vibe with a yearning for a life better than the one the narrator is stuck with. My favorite story, after which the book is named, told the story of a cancerous wife, whose husbands adorations seem to comfort him more than they please her. Another great one, Gettysburg, points to the fact that all the little spats in marriage are about more than who left the oven on, but something hurting deep inside. Still, even though something is damaged, it can become beautiful again. Maybe it is beautiful because it is damaged, like a starfish growing back a ray, and a ray growing back a starfish. Tony uses strange images and is a bit graphic at times but he creates this feeling when you’re reading, like you are these people, like you’ve grown up in North Carolina and something dee inside you is begging for more. My one complaint would be that the narrators voice feels to similar from story to story. Of course, Tony has his voice and that’s why I love his work, but maybe the characters need to be developed a bit more to be their own people. Over all, I would definitely recommend the book.
March 27, 2021
I am not a great short story reader. I did like Earley's novels. The short stories not so much. My favorite stories in this collection were the last three. "Aliceville, Story of Pictures," and "My Father's Heart" were all about a little boy, his mother, and his three uncles. They all lived in Aliceville, he and his mother living with his Uncle Zeno. His father died in the fields unexpectedly when his mother was pregnant with him. His mother never remarried and proceeded to tell imaginary stories about his father that grew as the years went by. This was a very nice family story.
January 5, 2020
Warning: first story is rated MA.
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.
October 9, 2023
Every story a gem.
February 7, 2015
"I could drop the water level down a foot and a half any summer Saturday and paralyze all I wanted" (4).
"...I think: a dam is an unnatural thing, like a diaphragm" (4).
“My beard is long and significant; the catfish looks wise” (13).
“...is greatly admired by the Florida Yankees for his courtesy and creased trousers” (14).
“...and there were cold places in the air” (15).
“The boat turned in the water, and the Mayor owned everything he could see” (19).
“The college girls are tanned the color of good baseball gloves” (22).
“...in North Carolina, even in the mountains, it takes more than a month of your life to live through August” (23).
“...and motor homes with bicycles strapped to their backs groan up out of the campgrounds to the shimmering highway” (23).
“Cracks in the ice shot away from his body like frozen lightning” (30).
“The duck frozen to the lake had beaten itself to death against the ice” (31).
“PJ’s has fake Tiffany lampshades above the tables, with purple and teal hornets belligerent in the glass” (37).
“...arguing about whose boots were made from the biggest snake” (43).
“...where the night’s hopes become final choices…” (43).
“Being sick was something that had to be gotten through, like Arizona and New Mexico and Texas, to get to the thing on the other side”(80).
“Tully was stupid with driving…” (83).
“...that only people suffering the insanity of vacation would consider entering” (84).
“...the more personal declaration that had for the rest of his trip thumped inside his head like a bad tire” (87).
“Tully was happy that Eileen was a marine biologist, and hoped he would get a chance to ask her about thing she knew. He had recently become impressed with acquired knowledge…”(89).
“The neighborhood was as pleasant as the set of an old television show” (90).
“Eileen’s rubber gloves looked like immense yellow arms that had been switched to her body--the arms of a cartoon character whose job was slapping other cartoon characters...” (92).
“...although he thought that robins were vaguely disreputable, like timeshare salesmen” (93).
“He was helped in his not listening by a blue and white double-deck bus that groaned loudly up Lincoln Avenue toward the college” (94).
“Harrisburg was about forty miles north of Gettysburg, and Tully felt his soul leaning south” (94-95).
“You meet more assholes who are named Randy than you do with any other name” (123).
“I thought briefly about going back to sleep, into the dreams I had traveled through, and whose thresholds were still close by…” (149).
“Aliceville is a small but perfect circle on a map, and it sits in the middle of the fields that surround it like a small idea in danger of being forgotten” (151).
“...and the expansion strips in the concrete bumped under our tires in the countable rhythm of distance passing” (151).
“...it was a spot that by its nature forced me to end one thing, and momentarily step out of my way and consider, and then start something fresh on the other side; it made room inside those four rows of cotton, and the working days that held them, for a small, necessary type of hope” (196).
“I have come to think that maybe we are more than just who we are inside ourselves, that we also inhabit the stories that others tell about us, and the stories never go away” (197-198).
"...I think: a dam is an unnatural thing, like a diaphragm" (4).
“My beard is long and significant; the catfish looks wise” (13).
“...is greatly admired by the Florida Yankees for his courtesy and creased trousers” (14).
“...and there were cold places in the air” (15).
“The boat turned in the water, and the Mayor owned everything he could see” (19).
“The college girls are tanned the color of good baseball gloves” (22).
“...in North Carolina, even in the mountains, it takes more than a month of your life to live through August” (23).
“...and motor homes with bicycles strapped to their backs groan up out of the campgrounds to the shimmering highway” (23).
“Cracks in the ice shot away from his body like frozen lightning” (30).
“The duck frozen to the lake had beaten itself to death against the ice” (31).
“PJ’s has fake Tiffany lampshades above the tables, with purple and teal hornets belligerent in the glass” (37).
“...arguing about whose boots were made from the biggest snake” (43).
“...where the night’s hopes become final choices…” (43).
“Being sick was something that had to be gotten through, like Arizona and New Mexico and Texas, to get to the thing on the other side”(80).
“Tully was stupid with driving…” (83).
“...that only people suffering the insanity of vacation would consider entering” (84).
“...the more personal declaration that had for the rest of his trip thumped inside his head like a bad tire” (87).
“Tully was happy that Eileen was a marine biologist, and hoped he would get a chance to ask her about thing she knew. He had recently become impressed with acquired knowledge…”(89).
“The neighborhood was as pleasant as the set of an old television show” (90).
“Eileen’s rubber gloves looked like immense yellow arms that had been switched to her body--the arms of a cartoon character whose job was slapping other cartoon characters...” (92).
“...although he thought that robins were vaguely disreputable, like timeshare salesmen” (93).
“He was helped in his not listening by a blue and white double-deck bus that groaned loudly up Lincoln Avenue toward the college” (94).
“Harrisburg was about forty miles north of Gettysburg, and Tully felt his soul leaning south” (94-95).
“You meet more assholes who are named Randy than you do with any other name” (123).
“I thought briefly about going back to sleep, into the dreams I had traveled through, and whose thresholds were still close by…” (149).
“Aliceville is a small but perfect circle on a map, and it sits in the middle of the fields that surround it like a small idea in danger of being forgotten” (151).
“...and the expansion strips in the concrete bumped under our tires in the countable rhythm of distance passing” (151).
“...it was a spot that by its nature forced me to end one thing, and momentarily step out of my way and consider, and then start something fresh on the other side; it made room inside those four rows of cotton, and the working days that held them, for a small, necessary type of hope” (196).
“I have come to think that maybe we are more than just who we are inside ourselves, that we also inhabit the stories that others tell about us, and the stories never go away” (197-198).
May 11, 2014
I can’t imagine why I found this collection of stories funny the first time I read them. On second reading I found them far more poignant than funny. First, let me say that although I grew up and lived in North Carolina for most of my life, I do not know the people in these stories. Many of them are far more exotic than the people I know, who are nothing like those in “The Prophet of Jupiter” and “Charlotte,” the stories I remembered most from my first reading. But still, I sense a strange melancholy kinship with all of the people in these stories.
On my first read, I did not catch the symbolism in “The Prophet of Jupiter,” where Lake Glen rose up in 1928 and covered the town of Uree during a driving rain and flash flood that almost broke the dam. "The dam keeper, new at the job, failed to open the floodgates in time, and the water rose and filled the lakebed like a bowl before it spilled over the top of the dam.” In an effort to fill the resulting gorge, workers threw in an assortment of items—6 heavy freight wagons, sand bags, cars, stoves, dead mules, furniture and more. But when the rain ceased and the weather warmed, the mules swelled and rotted--some bursting. The old town of Uree was not a pleasant place to be. The mule carcasses could be smelled for miles and miles.
The author parallels the story of the stinking submerged town with tales of its current citizens, whose daily lives conceal just as much filth as was covered up by the workers during the 1928 flood. Earley’s sentences, in “The Prophet of Jupiter,” feel scripture-like, invoking a sense of biblical metaphor.
“Charlotte,” is just as wonderful a story as “The Profit of Jupiter.” It recounts how the professional wrestlers of the Southeastern Wrestling Alliance were replaced by the NBA and how Charlotte and its people are different now, which is quite funny while also being quite sad. At the center of the story are the main character and Starla his girlfriend, who wrestle about love. Meanwhile, Lord Poetry and Bob Noxious are professional wrestlers engaged in their last Charlotte battle. The lovers support one or the other of the wrestlers. Bob Noxious is described as huge and evil while Lord Poetry is described as “prancing,” wrestling in paisley tights. Starla, the practical one, wants Bob Noxious to win the fight and the main character, the more romantic of the two, wants Lord Poetry to win. Earley recounts the battle in glorious detail.
There are six more stories in this collection, of which, “Aliceville” is my very favorite. It is a story of family and small secrets, love and late discovery, written in astoundingly beautiful language. I love these stories.
On my first read, I did not catch the symbolism in “The Prophet of Jupiter,” where Lake Glen rose up in 1928 and covered the town of Uree during a driving rain and flash flood that almost broke the dam. "The dam keeper, new at the job, failed to open the floodgates in time, and the water rose and filled the lakebed like a bowl before it spilled over the top of the dam.” In an effort to fill the resulting gorge, workers threw in an assortment of items—6 heavy freight wagons, sand bags, cars, stoves, dead mules, furniture and more. But when the rain ceased and the weather warmed, the mules swelled and rotted--some bursting. The old town of Uree was not a pleasant place to be. The mule carcasses could be smelled for miles and miles.
The author parallels the story of the stinking submerged town with tales of its current citizens, whose daily lives conceal just as much filth as was covered up by the workers during the 1928 flood. Earley’s sentences, in “The Prophet of Jupiter,” feel scripture-like, invoking a sense of biblical metaphor.
“Charlotte,” is just as wonderful a story as “The Profit of Jupiter.” It recounts how the professional wrestlers of the Southeastern Wrestling Alliance were replaced by the NBA and how Charlotte and its people are different now, which is quite funny while also being quite sad. At the center of the story are the main character and Starla his girlfriend, who wrestle about love. Meanwhile, Lord Poetry and Bob Noxious are professional wrestlers engaged in their last Charlotte battle. The lovers support one or the other of the wrestlers. Bob Noxious is described as huge and evil while Lord Poetry is described as “prancing,” wrestling in paisley tights. Starla, the practical one, wants Bob Noxious to win the fight and the main character, the more romantic of the two, wants Lord Poetry to win. Earley recounts the battle in glorious detail.
There are six more stories in this collection, of which, “Aliceville” is my very favorite. It is a story of family and small secrets, love and late discovery, written in astoundingly beautiful language. I love these stories.
July 29, 2020
“My artistic goal is to write the way Earl Scruggs played the banjo. I want to take the stuff that’s in the air and make something brand new out of it. I want to be experimental and accessible simultaneously.” (from interview on Identity Theory website)
I admit that I was sold on the book’s title – plus the idea that anyone aspired to write the way Earl Scruggs picked a banjo. I wasn’t disappointed either way…
The stories aren’t actually experimental – at least, not in any obvious formal manner that I could spot – but they are certainly accessible, even easy-going. Essentially they are realist pieces, though emphasizing the outré and unusual rather than the commonplace. Perhaps because of this, some veer perilously close to whimsicality and sentimentality. But I guess that’s par for the course if you like country music.
The tour de force is ‘The Prophet from Jupiter’ – an exquisitely judged tale of a damkeeper and a drowned town, of things buried deep, of the present haunted by the past. But I also admired the title story in which “Peggy looked all around her and supposed that it had been a good enough way to live" (as poignant an epitaph as you could ever wish to read) and was engaged by the epic battle between Lord Poetry and Bob Noxious, the two local league wrestlers of ‘Charlotte’, as well as the starfish taxonomist of ‘Gettysburg’ (“’So what’s a marine biologist like you doing in a place like this?’”) and the strange life and times of ‘Lord Randall’. Last two or three stories are a little maudlin, but for the most part I was as happy as a North Carolina clogging team in full stomp.
I admit that I was sold on the book’s title – plus the idea that anyone aspired to write the way Earl Scruggs picked a banjo. I wasn’t disappointed either way…
The stories aren’t actually experimental – at least, not in any obvious formal manner that I could spot – but they are certainly accessible, even easy-going. Essentially they are realist pieces, though emphasizing the outré and unusual rather than the commonplace. Perhaps because of this, some veer perilously close to whimsicality and sentimentality. But I guess that’s par for the course if you like country music.
The tour de force is ‘The Prophet from Jupiter’ – an exquisitely judged tale of a damkeeper and a drowned town, of things buried deep, of the present haunted by the past. But I also admired the title story in which “Peggy looked all around her and supposed that it had been a good enough way to live" (as poignant an epitaph as you could ever wish to read) and was engaged by the epic battle between Lord Poetry and Bob Noxious, the two local league wrestlers of ‘Charlotte’, as well as the starfish taxonomist of ‘Gettysburg’ (“’So what’s a marine biologist like you doing in a place like this?’”) and the strange life and times of ‘Lord Randall’. Last two or three stories are a little maudlin, but for the most part I was as happy as a North Carolina clogging team in full stomp.
July 11, 2009
Tony is the real deal. Eccentric and spot on, with a voice that, once you catch it, you could listen to forever. The story i liked best in this collection was 'The Prophet from Jupiter,' an almost stream of consciousness reflection on an odd life intimately tied to an odd little place, infused with shades of Faulkner's 'As I Lay Dying.' (Hooray for giant catfish metaphors!)
Like Faulkner, Tony's got the knack of slightly bizarre and utterly perfect details like this:
"A family on Tryon Bay has a Labrador retriever that swims in circles for hours, chasing ducks. Tourists stop on the bridge that crosses the bay and take the dog's picture. You can buy postcards in town with the dog on the front..."
I met Tony at a writers conference recently and told him i was a little in awe of that story. He said sometimes he rereads it and thinks, "I wish I could write like that."
I agree.
Like Faulkner, Tony's got the knack of slightly bizarre and utterly perfect details like this:
"A family on Tryon Bay has a Labrador retriever that swims in circles for hours, chasing ducks. Tourists stop on the bridge that crosses the bay and take the dog's picture. You can buy postcards in town with the dog on the front..."
I met Tony at a writers conference recently and told him i was a little in awe of that story. He said sometimes he rereads it and thinks, "I wish I could write like that."
I agree.
September 1, 2014
Tony Early is one of those rare writers who makes story telling seem effortless. The structure of many of these stories feels so casually offhand, as he flits from past to present, from personal to collective narratives, then they all come together in rapturously satisfying moments. The last three stories take place in Aliceville, the beginnings of his wise, quiet, likable novel "Jim the Boy," one of my personal favorites. Early is so good at short stories that imply an entire life outside of them - and straightforward voice that swiftly and wholly engages and leads somewhere after which "everything is different." It was an absolute delight to revisit his early stories, and I highly recommend. They are all so good, it's hard to select favorites, but besides the title story, I was very impressed with "Charlottesville" "Lord Randall" and "The Prophet From Jupiter."
August 10, 2007
I first found out about this book when I heard a friend read Tony Earley's story about the death of the Southern Wrestling Association aloud. Earley captures something about North Carolina which is true (most of the time prefacing it with "if there is one thing I know", as in "if there is one thing I know to tell you, it is this: in North Carolina, even in the mountains, it takes more than a month of your life to live through August").
It's still pretty clearly an early book though; a lot of the characters and situations repeat themselves throughout the stories, and for some reason Earley seems obsessed with infertile men and loveless couples. But the stories are good enough to make up for it.
It's still pretty clearly an early book though; a lot of the characters and situations repeat themselves throughout the stories, and for some reason Earley seems obsessed with infertile men and loveless couples. But the stories are good enough to make up for it.
June 3, 2009
These are really terrific stories. The primary narrator is a young boy or a man looking back at childhood, basically the same character. There are reoccurring characters and places. The place, the mountains of NC, the time, the twenties and thirties.
What makes these stories stand out is the voice. Highly recommended.
What makes these stories stand out is the voice. Highly recommended.
July 12, 2016
Excellent. For fans of Earley's Jim the Boy series, this collection includes several stories from Jim' perspective. This is slightly different from the actual novels and is a neat window into an author's creative process, as well as a chance to spend a little more time with Jim, his mother, and his indelible uncles Zeno, Al, and Coran.
August 30, 2012
Enjoyed for the most part. Liked the local settings. Left some residual images in my mind--ducks being chomped on by turtles and Gettysburg tourist busses. Lots of life wisdom packed into a few minutes of a few days in each story.
December 15, 2019
4.5 stars:
This is a great collection of short stories. It's hard to find much to fault in any of them, although the first two and the last story all stand out most to me. The stories are all full, and the prose is consistently clear and powerful.
This is a great collection of short stories. It's hard to find much to fault in any of them, although the first two and the last story all stand out most to me. The stories are all full, and the prose is consistently clear and powerful.
July 14, 2007
there is one story in here that makes the entire book worthwhile - the one about charlotte, nc. that by itself is a 5 star; the rest bring the rating down a bit.
February 21, 2009
Complex stories that are written simply. The stories are both relaxing and thought-provoking.
October 21, 2011
Pretty good collection of short stories.
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May 15, 2012A lovely collection of short stories, I especially like the Jim Glass tales. It seems to me that I read a book about him, perhaps these stories were the catalyst.
June 11, 2013
I picked up this collection because it had the story "The Prophet from Jupiter," which is one of my husband's favorite stories.
July 7, 2014
The stand out story here is The Prophet from Jupiter, which is absolutely amazing. The rest are only OK.
October 17, 2014
One of the finest short story collections I've ever read. Should be on every bookshelf.
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