I’m ashamed to admit it, but I’ve never read any fiction by Grace Paley. So I went out and bought her collected works last week, only to leave the book in the seat pocket in front of me on an airplane. I wonder who has it now, or if it ended up in the trash?
I’ve been thinking of story collections, about which collections have influenced me, and which I still love.
I love the stories of Kafka, Sherman Alexie, Alice Munro, Joyce, Gogol, Lorrie Moore, Katherine Mansfield, Isaac Babel, Borges, Nabokov, Salwa Bakr…my list can go on and on.
A writer I know recently said they saw collections as “MFA writing.” When did this happen? Are stories doomed? I know this is a really old question, but I’m just now starting to feel sad about it.