So I was dubious about her ability to compact a story into twenty pages. She finds meaning in the smallest wrinkles of everyday existence, never patronizing her characters or her readers. The bestselling author of Stones from the River and The Vision of Emma Blau renews her reputation as an extraordinary writer of short stories in this major collection that balances her reader on the magical border of laughter and sorrow. She knows the language of pleasure, the language of grace, the language of grief. She knows the language of pleasure, the language of grace, the language of grief. You know how important mass is to her. Even her short short stories are full of meaty characters and great stories.
How I love everyone Hegi brings to life. Some of these stories seem underdeveloped, but all have an emotional force that eddies out from their often minor premises. When she was 28, with two sons under 5 years, she enrolled at the University of New Hampshire for a B. When Lenny was a boy, they sometimes saw the yearning for his father in his eyes, and they answered whatever questions he had about Otis—how Otis hated the rain; how Otis liked raspberries mixed in with sliced bananas; how Otis had a cat named Muffy when he was a boy; how Otis liked to drive with the windows open—and they helped Lenny imagine Otis in some dry, warm climate, working in a marina, or a car dealership. Collections of short stories are notorious for being uneven, sucking you in with the best stories early on and then scattering thinner offerings across most of the other pages. It has been like that with everything—Aunt Jocelyn folds whenever she gets agitated. He gets the opener, mixes the fish with mayonnaise, onion curls, and celery seeds.
The writing is intelligent and perceptive, and the stories are masterfully crafted. Overall, Hegi provides a book of short escapes that make the reader think. From within this geographic diversity emerge the common themes as Hegi's characters take risks in searching out the unique place where faith thrives for each of them-a run-down hotel, the currents of Cabo San Lucas, an animal shelter, the embrace of an ex-convict. They come startlingly alive in these poignant tales because her lyricism gives them a moving intensity. For Their Own Survival, a man decides to return to the couple's last vacation spot to get a clue as to what caused his wife to do the most unexpected thing: she left him. His bulk drifted towards me as if carried by the exotic spices, surprisingly agile, fleshy hands leading. If you like , consider this a tiny snack of Hegi's writing.
Time and again she delights thereader with a perfect image, the elegance of the language, and her art as a storyteller. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Read my review here: Ursula Hegi leaves the reader wanting more! She's able to speak from a male or female perspective and write about a wide range of subjects. That the stories end, that in fact they are only stories. Be prepared to have a tissue when you read t I am not usually a short story reader.
Ursula Hegi's bicultural background enriches these eleven vibrant and luminous stories that are set in Germany, Italy, Mexico, and the United States. It has taken me more than a month to finish, and for a good reason: some of its stories are a bit too realistic that they either make you want to savour the moment. Doves A lovely uber short story about discovering new things about yourself. And once again, she surrounds them with her elegant language and exquisite images. Short stories from Ursula Hegi look refreshing and I like the titles of the stories. She is younger than the starch queen, yet she can barely walk alone and stumbles frequently. How to grieve when you don't know the language of grief? These stories are not her best work, but they are an easy and very enjoyable read.
For Hegi's characters, foreign territory can be a continent away or in the same neighborhood -- even the same bed. With their sister-in-law, Jocelyn, the starch sisters are patient, although she horrifies them with her helplessness. Hegi is a master story teller. It was published by Touchstone and has a total of 170 pages in the book. It's amazing how the author can sketch a scene in just a few phrases or sentences, a few pencil strokes. It's an incredible perspective of a small German town and how the politics affect and divide. A complex collection of intriguing stories.
When I turn the last page of Women's Perfume or Hotel of Saints, I feel dismay that they end so abruptly, and end up thinking about the characters throughout the day, making up a life for Christa. Her characters take risks in searching out the unique places where faith thrives for each of them -- a rundown hotel, the currents of Cabo San Lucas, the embrace of an ex-convict. Ironically, this woman feels release in having found a man that holds her so under his control, that in the end, not even her daughter has space. The longest story, Lower Crossing, is that of two middle age sisters, living amongst a community of eclectics, who are dealing with the process of letting their old dog die. Each story grabbed and held me, bringing me to a sense of satisfying completion and wonderment of human possibilities. Her cousin, Bill, has brought her.
I haven't finished this yet, but the first four stories have been lovely in their excellent writing, variety of setting and characters and profound consideration of life's most sublime experiences. Several of these beautifully written stories end too abruptly. But, as in her longer tales, each character is carved into vivid detail with their actions and interactions, moving through their various challenges to some sense of completion within the short time frame. She knows the language of pleasure, the language of grace, the language of grief. I hope they are not. I don't usually go for short stories but was pleased. Having read Stones from the River and The Vision of Emma Blau, I knew Hegi is an astounding writer, grounded in interwoven stories that span decades and continents, linking them lightly from book to book.