Robert Boswell kinda snuck up on me.
I came to know of him through a stunner of a lecture he gave at Warren Wilson on complex moments in fiction, in which he proved he could not only tell a story, but perform it as well. I picked up his book of essays on writing, The Half-Known World, and was beyond impressed at the light he shed on various tricky craft elements – The Half-Known World has become one of my go-to reference texts. All of this, combined with the fact that he’s one of the powerhouse professors at my MFA program, has set me on a mission to read everything he’s written.
Starting with Living to Be 100.
The mechanics of Rain and The Products of Love both begin in familiar places. I thought I could anticipate how those stories would turn out, and I was wrong, on both counts. I’d read Living to Be a Hundred in Best American Short Stories 1989. The pseudo-love triangle that features in story, again, did not end up like I expected. Another thing became clear to me with this one: Boswell can twist a story with a single sentence.
There are some surprising moments of tenderness in The Earth’s Crown, in which a married, but lonely shop keeper finds love and friendship with a woman who comes to a small town to carry her surrogate pregnancy to term.
And then there’s that story.
You know that story, the story that you read it and think, “Whatever else comes in this collection, this story was worth reading the whole thing”? Glissando is that story. It's one of those stories that satisfies me, so completely.
Boswell’s work is steadily realist, very naturalist, yet always surprising, and engaging. He does his business quietly, subtly, yet solidly.
First-rate.