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Chargement... The Collected Stories of Diane Williams (original 2018; édition 2019)par Diane Williams (Auteur), Ben Marcus (Introduction)
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"...I have storyish ideas, but no story in me" (457).
After finishing this omnibus of Diane Williams's flash-fiction collections, reading and re-reading Ben Marcus's eloquent introduction, and scanning through reviewers' comments, it seems to me that what these stories do is stimulate us to primarily speculate. Williams stimulates not analysis or criticism of her work, but rather attempts to explain what it is like to read the work. Not necessarily a bad thing, but I tire of work that attempts to implode traditional writing (i.e. to subvert storytelling). It has its place, of course, but how many different ways can one produce work that is chiefly about breaking the rules? But perhaps this sort of prose is about awakening readers from a slumber: "When you know how it will turn out, you feel tired" (202).
So, that said, what was this like for me? Most of the time you get the feeling she is talking about something else. Williams takes Hemingway's advice--show, don't tell--to the extreme and gives us enough clues to spin or own stories. It's sort of like people-watching in a crowded space. The narrator flits from one person to another, oscillating between first- and third-person, weaving threads between strangers. The opening and closing sentences drop you in the middle of something. "Claudette's Head" is one of the more lucid stories and, I think, may rival "Hills Like White Elephants": "I am terrified I will be found out" (26).
Certain excerpts shine, however, dropped in at far-flung intervals though they are. "Their infant, who can understand their language better than his own, is listening" (156). "Many time a person seems fairly satisfied already but is so unsuspecting" (240). "I am one of those who keeps expecting the dark heart of human desire to be revealed to me" (268). "Living can provide a sense that everything has already happened" (283).
Many of the "stories" are strands of lingual matter, confounding logic. This reminds me of Gertrude Stein, exemplified by the Williams story "The Idea of Counting." Perhaps both are too avant for my guard, in which case maybe the point is to reveal more about myself than about the work. ( )