Author A.J. Scudiere is a blonde (at least in the photo on her website), but she is far from dumb, with two masters degrees in fields I can’t even spell, much less understand. You might think such an author would be able to craft a clever story about a prototypical dumb blonde, and you’d be right. Like the author, however, the heroine of the witty story “Dumb Blonde” proves to have a good bit on the ball.
Missy, the heroine of “Dumb Blonde” seems to live up to her name. When readers first meet her, she is sunning herself in her bikini after spending a good bit of time figuring out which tan lines she wanted to accentuate for the upcoming summer. However, her relaxation is rudely interrupted by a moving shadow inside her house. As a veteran horror fan (she even named her cat “Freddie” after the erstwhile Mr. Krueger), she fears that the shadow is not the aforementioned Freddie moving around, but, rather, a kindred spirit to Mr. Krueger, instead. Then, as she goes into the house, loud music turns on, again, not caused by Freddie, but what she takes as a prelude to an unfortunate encounter between a hapless bikinied blonde and a chainsaw or machete wielding psych. So, Missy calls the police, one of whom is her current boyfriend. Needless to say, they don’t find anything, but that’s not the end of the story …
“Dumb Blonde” is a short story, only about 20 pages long, and it’s definitely tongue in cheek, but during those 20 pages or so, the author manages to both incorporate every blonde stereotype imaginable into the story and mine it as a sense of humor and, while so doing, turn the tale into an entertaining, albeit short, suspense story. Then, when the story becomes a battle of wits, so to speak, between Missy and, let’s just say, somebody else, the author manages to come up with a great punch line on which to end the story.
Obviously, in a story this short, an author can’t lay the same foundation for all the plot developments that she could in a longer story. And, although the story cheats a bit in explaining just how things transpire as they do, I can’t really complain. Frankly, this is a case of less is more, as the type of more detailed explanation appropriate for a longer work would simply make “Dumb Blonde” drag and lessen its impact.
No matter how smartly written “Dumb Blonde” is (and the author proves herself quite adept with description and humor), in the end, it’s simply an extended joke with a very clever punch line at the end. Sill, anyone reading this is not expecting War and Peace. This story is perfect to pass the time on a lunch hour or train ride to work when a reader doesn’t want to get involved in something more detailed. “Dumb Blonde” is a short but smart pleasure.