There was a time when I was totally wild over Antonya Nelson's commitment to the short story form and what she could do with it, and then came a time when I burned out on the stories she was actually writing in that form. More recently year at an AWP panel on plot, Nelson wowed and I thought I was ready to go back read her again.
The results are mixed-- I still think she's formally a really interesting writer, which is much of what she talked about at the panel-- these stories tackle interesting binaries, mostly, and resolve them in surprising but sometimes wonderful ways. There's a plethora of twinning, for example, so the wrong character is having the baby, the second wife mothers the children of the first, passions are generated by one character and then received by another. As much as my description seemed diagrammatic, it can really work, especially in the fizzy and well-populated world of these stories, where every family is not only extended but attenuated, reticulated, and just plain stuffed full.
But the situations are rarely that interesting. Infidelity is the theme of many too many of these stories, as if Nelson is trying to write a book of traditional "New Yorker stories," or else mock the limitations of the same. Too many children are thrown into harms way to give some danger and spice to the proceedings-- the fact that the latter interests me more than the former is more a result of my psychological makeup than it is a marker of Nelson's skill, which is often evident here but rarely all that compelling to watch.
The writing, too, feels competent but rarely surprises. There are efforts at standing at attention, especially on a paragraph level, where anaphora and similar rhetorical tropes are deployed, but it's ultimately just not enough. In the end, after 15 years away, this one book by Nelson is more than enough to hold me for another 15 years.