In this weekend's NY TImes Book Review (8/30/15) Ann Beattie offers up a list of her all time favorite short stories. a list of the short story collections where each of the stories mentioned appear. eBook - . "Are These Actual Miles?. Editorial Reviews. Review. “This is a superb book—sharply argued, theoretically astute, richly musicmarkup.info: The Argument about Things in the s: Goods and Garbage in an Age of Neoliberalism eBook: Tim Jelfs: Kindle Store. Raymond Carver published short stories such as “Are These Actual Miles?. Reading the Carver and Lish versions side by side proves an exercise as . Carol Oates selected Are These Actual Miles, from Carver's debut.
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Raymond Carver 3, followers Carver was born into a poverty-stricken family at the tail-end of the Depression. He married at 19, started a series of menial jobs and his own career of 'full-time drinking as a serious pursuit', a career that would eventually kill him. Constantly struggling to support his wife and family, Carver enrolled in a writing programme under author John Gardner in He saw this opportunity as a turni Carver was born into a poverty-stricken family at the tail-end of the Depression. He saw this opportunity as a turning point. Rejecting the more experimental fiction of the 60s and 70s, he pioneered a precisionist realism reinventing the American short story during the eighties, heading the line of so-called 'dirty realists' or 'K-mart realists'. Set in trailer parks and shopping malls, they are stories of banal lives that turn on a seemingly insignificant detail.
Carver, a recovering alcoholic who had battled his demons to return to writing, was an obviously vulnerable man, but exactly how vulnerable an artist was he? He expressed his distress about the editing and the cuts which had reduced his original manuscript by about 50 per cent in a letter to his then editor, Gordon Lish, who insisted on keeping the changes he had made.
Reading the Carver and Lish versions side by side proves an exercise as irritating as it is interesting: one wonders at how Lish could possibly justify what is best described, solely on the comparative textual evidence supplied here, as a slash and burn approach to editing.
Why did Carver allow his editor to meddle, to change the plots, alter dialogue, insert a literal and heavy-handed crudeness, rename characters, and renumber a hotel room? Whose stories are these? There is no doubt that if Lish altered newspaper copy in this fashion, reporters would have been baying for his blood. Carver was a creative artist, but where was his artistic courage? If Lish is to be questioned; so too should Carver. This is important and has caused readers to look again at Carver.
Not that they needed any incentive; long acknowledged as a master, readers and writers have never stopped reading Carver.
Now the problem is, for some readers, who were they reading? There have been textual sagas before. Look at Ulysses. I thought I could outlast the drinking. I'd do anything it took.
I loved Ray, first, last and always. In the fall of '78, with a new teaching position at the University of Texas at El Paso , Ray started seeing Tess Gallagher, a writer from Port Angeles , who would become his muse and wife near the end of his life.
He tried to call me to talk about where we were. I missed the calls. He knew he was about to invite Tess to Thanksgiving. Here it was, coming at me again, the same thing.
I had to get on with my own life. But I never fell out of love with him. In , the two moved to Syracuse, New York , where Gallagher had been appointed the coordinator of the creative writing program at Syracuse University ; Carver taught as a professor in the English department.
He and Gallagher jointly purchased a house in Syracuse, at Maryland Avenue.
In ensuing years, the house became so popular that the couple had to hang a sign outside that read "Writers At Work" in order to be left alone. In , Carver and first wife, Maryann, were divorced. Six weeks later, on August 2, , Carver died in Port Angeles, Washington , from lung cancer at the age of In the same year, he was inducted into the American Academy of Arts and Letters.
In December , Gallagher published an essay in The Sun magazine , titled "Instead of Dying", about alcoholism and Carver's having maintained his sobriety.
The first lines read: "Instead of dying from alcohol, Raymond Carver chose to live. I would meet him five months after this choice, so I never knew the Ray who drank, except by report and through the characters and actions of his stories and poems.
I did. And what did you want? To call myself beloved, to feel myself beloved on the earth. His poem "Gravy" is also inscribed. As Carver's will directed, Tess Gallagher assumed the management of his literary estate.
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In Carver's birth town of Clatskanie, Oregon, a memorial park and statue were constructed in the late s spearheaded by the local Friends of the Library, using mostly local donations. Tess Gallagher was present at the dedication. The very alienation and misunderstanding that occasions the telephone calls will deny Ann Weiss and her husband the ritual healing that they most need.
Here, a hit-and-run driver has been added to the plot, creating yet a third possibility for the source of the telephone messages. In his perceptive analysis, Bugeja wonders why the Weiss family never contacts the police about the calls they believe might emanate from a hit-and-run driver The answer, of course, is that Carver is after far more here than a police investigation might provide, and thus it does not suit his purpose to burden his story with realistic detail.
As in other Carver stories — both early and later, both spare and expansive — the amount and quality of symbolic light is significant. Neither, however, quite pins down the problem.
Of the two, Bugeja seems to sense the problem without finding its cause.
On the contrary, the story succeeds because Carver, for once, allows his characters to live and breathe, to grope toward hesitant recovery rather than bulldozing them toward Everyman status with tightly managed symbols. The issue is not how much detail is rendered, but how tightly it is managed. Continuing the propensity for tightly managed symbolism that has typified his fiction from its beginnings, Carver is interested in Joey, not as a character, but as a representation of desire.
What really happens is that as Carver has expanded the scope and detail of his narrative, he has begun to raise expectations in his readers that can no longer be satisfied with the overt management of symbolic meaning that had characterized the stories of the What We Talk About When We Talk About Love collection.
There, much of the symbolic manipulation had seemed stark and effective.
We wonder who will tickle the ugly baby now that Joey is gone. Is it really possible for the narrator, after a life-time of symbolic blindness, to be endowed with healing vision in a single night?
Is such epiphany best generated by a televised image, even a televised image redeemed by human touch? Where is the rhetorical irony to undercut the narrator? Where is the televised image of medieval exploitation contested or even explored? We learn about J. We care about these characters, but Carver refuses to resolve our anxiety with an easy symbol.
A kiss is something to be cherished, something that might bring luck , but nothing is certain. I started out with them this morning. This morning I wanted something to drink. The rest is all too uncertain to count on, though it might suggest the route toward healing.
Is it J. Carver can tell us no more. Bibliographie Brown, Arthur A. Bugeja, Michael.