This is the best possible choice for a gateway to the very best classic American literature. And what a price! I asked myself years and years ago, "What have I overlooked among the greats in my country?" And this collection showed my ignorant self a thing or two. It really is the best of the best, the essential.
COME ON: 'Bartleby', 'The Yellow Wallpaper', 'An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge', 'Paul's Case', 'The Egg', 'To Build A Fire', 'The Tell-Tale Heart', 'The Killers' - on an on with stellar story after stellar story. The very cream, people.
I'll always be grateful to this little book for introducing me to Ambrose Bierce and Sherwood Anderson, and giving me perfect gateways to a lot of famous masters.
I have to nitpick the choice for Twain: 'The Private History of A Campaign That Failed'. It's an interesting and well-written account, but is a straight autobiographical piece, and is presented as such. Strange choice, since Twain has an abundance of pure short fiction, but he did sort of mix things up in interesting ways. There's stuff you could pull out of 'Life on The Mississippi' as great little short stories, for example, but anyhow...
Let's talk about Henry James. His 'The Real Thing' is the rotten tooth in this gleaming set of literary chompers. The little note before the story explains how James believed he couldn't write the type of fiction he wanted to in America, so already I was perturbed with this James guy - I had been chugging along spooning down so much good stuff written way before him about American IN America, and then comes this sourpuss, saying, "No! Too coarse here! I must away to merry England! For there the true artist can thrive!" And then I read this story that isn't even set in America and isn't about Americans. I was miffed! I can appreciate the subtle critique of the aristocracy. But goodness gracious, England by that point already had such an abundance of great writers critiquing the aristocracy. It didn't make sense. I was indeed miffed! Look at the first sentence of 'The Real Thing':
When the porter's wife (she used to answer the house-bell), announced "A gentleman—with a lady, sir," I had, as I often had in those days, for the wish was father to the thought, an immediate vision of sitters.
GOODNESS gracious! What a mess!
My distaste for James bothers me. I want to just dismiss him completely. But so many authors I love admired him. Take Katherine Anne Porter for example. The influence can be seen clearly in so many of her stories, the detached examination of complex shifts of emotion. But Porter is just much better than James, it just has to be said. Could it be because she had more disappointment in life, more range of experience? Or Peter Taylor for example, such lovely stories.
So I try James again. Some suggest 'The Turn of the Screw' as his most accessible. I can't. read. it. It's AWFUL! IT'S A MESS! The story is obviously good, have you seen 'The Innocents' with Deborah Kerr? Riveting! What about that Olivia de Havilland 'Washington Square' adaptation? Fantastic!
I adore ornate language in a story. The prose of Poe and Melville for example. They had such verve and humor. Perhaps James did too. I wish I knew how to understand and like him, but I may just have to give up. Even attempting something short like 'Daisy Miller' sucks me into a void of nothingness.
Any good suggestions or little tips on how to read James or even little reasons why you might appreciate him I would welcome. If anybody is still reading this...
But a great collection. Well done Negri, and well done Dover Thrift!