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Misplaced AlicefictionStringTown Press, 2002 Paperback $12.00 (Available from Powells.) I was highly invigorated by these stories. They're such exquisitely crafted aperçus of the droll and the macabre. Very Hitchcockian. The focus of the stories becomes very acute; the severe compression causes grotesque acts to appear even more grotesque.
In this new collection of stories, Matt Briggs reminds us of the ordinary strangeness of strange and ordinary lives. Like the best in contemporary literature, his stories make the familiar unfamiliar and thus remind us to take a second look at who we are. Briggs understands the two-sidedness of life, how many ordinary situations can be comforting and disturbing at the same time. Sometimes he puts me in mind of Raymond Carver's stories. Other times he reminds me of the off-kilter world of Russell Edson. This is a striking new collection, one that should draw the attention of everyone who is interested in what is happening in contemporary short fiction. ReviewsBriggs knows how to get through a story. His manner is to write sentences that are short and intense and seem to get ahead of themselves--producing the druggy, somewhat dizzying effect of contrived propulsion as he charges right through the kind of subject matter other writers would deliberate over dolorously. As accurate as Briggs' realistic settings are, it is this amorphous "something else" seeping through his new book that makes it seem so "Northwest" to me. These are stories about different kinds of misplacement, like the sense you get after you have come west to the end of the country and know there is nowhere further left to go. Here we have 17 short stories from a Pick up a copy of this tiny gem from one of the Northwest's most interesting small presses. Is a story still good if you feel it doesn't give you enough? Obviously, it depends. If yo end up wanting more, then I guess you could say it's successful. Still, the spare, morose style displayed in Matt Briggs's new collection, Misplaced Alice, often left me with not enough to hold on to. I admire what he's aiming for -- an updated sort of Raymond Carver minimalism -- but where Carver's characters and speech left a haunting and tangible kind of sadness with the reader, Briggs's prose seems held away from the body too much and too elusive to really stick. Misplaced Alice was discussed in an article about The Stranger's Genius Awards. |
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