This story was originally published in Day One, a weekly literary journal dedicated to short fiction and poetry from emerging writers.
Syd Davis learned how to roast a perfect turkey when she was a girl. Now on her own and with bills to pay, she works at the Butterball Turkey Emergency Squad, fielding phone calls from folks in desperate need of turkey-prep advice. As she faces another Thanksgiving, estranged from her family and pining after her married best friend, she receives a series of calls that force her to confront the reality of her deepening loneliness.
With turns both humorous and heartbreaking, Butterball explores one woman’s hopeful attempts to connect during the holidays.
Born and raised in Southern California, Brit Bennett graduated from Stanford University and later earned her MFA in fiction at the University of Michigan, where she won a Hopwood Award in Graduate Short Fiction as well as the 2014 Hurston/Wright Award for College Writers. She is a National Book Foundation 5 Under 35 honoree, and her debut novel The Mothers was a New York Times bestseller. Her second novel The Vanishing Half was an instant #1 New York Times bestseller. Her essays have been featured in The New Yorker, the New York Times Magazine, The Paris Review, and Jezebel.
A very interesting story about the adventures of Syd Davis. She works at the Butterball Turkey Emergency Squad on the call line. This book chronicles her various calls she answers. It’s too funny!
Honestly did not get the point of this short story. I have been hearing rave reviews about Brit Bennett and thought I'd check out this story for her writing style, but it's left me bewildered. There's nothing really which stands out or catches my eye in terms of storytelling, except for the slight build up at the beginning. But even that falls very short when it comes to the end.
*Aside: I understand the need for a fictitious agency where Syd, the protagonist, has to work but this one is just too implausible to be taken seriously!
A short, and mildly entertaining story about a young woman who works at the Butterball Turkey Emergency Squad during the holidays. To keep herself entertained, she makes up stories about herself as she helps frantic home cooks prepare their turkeys. There is a backstory to her life and how she will spend the holiday away from her family.
Not a story where anyone would say “it’s been done.” I found this short story both sad and humorous. My first exposure to Brit Bennett. Looking forward to reading more.
Disturbingly sad story about a girl who doesn’t really know who she is and makes up different images of herself during every phone call on the Butterball hotline.
A poignant short story about one woman’s hopeful attempts to connect during the holidays.
Synopsis: This story was originally published in Day One, a weekly literary journal dedicated to short fiction and poetry from emerging writers. Syd Davis learned how to roast a perfect turkey when she was a girl. Now on her own and with bills to pay, she works at the Butterball Turkey Emergency Squad, fielding phone calls from folks in desperate need of turkey-prep advice. As she faces another Thanksgiving, estranged from her family and pining after her married best friend, she receives a series of calls that force her to confront the reality of her deepening loneliness.
I really enjoyed this short story. This story is my first exposure to Brit Bennett, I knew that she wrote 'The Vanishing Half' and then saw that this was on Kindle Unlimited so I downloaded it. In such few pages, I was shocked at how much it moved me, without her saying much at all. I found myself feeling happy and sad for Syd, whilst also realising that you don't realise how every interaction (no matter how pointless) with someone can really affect them deeply in some way.
I would love to see Butterball fleshed out into a full novel as there is so much Brit could do with it. Also, this book is best read around November/Thanksgiving time, as that is the main focus point of the story!
Butterball began delightfully, playing into the anonymity of helpline personnel doing and saying things that entertain themselves. Of course there was the background of Syd being alone on a holiday when most people join together to celebrate being part of something better. But, like a deflating balloon, the story lost any humor and painted a picture of those alone. But Syd would have been alone in any gathering that didn't give her what she wanted and expected. . .
A short story about Syd: she's working in a call centre over Thanksgiving and helping desperate callers with their turkey-prep emergencies. These were the only bits of the story which interested me. I didn't care for her personal life. I could have easily read more about the ridiculous queries she receives. Having worked in many call centres myself, I could relate.