Publication Year: 2012
Incisive and witty meditations on the disruptions and difficulties of family life, the stories in The Quarry focus on the precariously balanced world of anxious and awkward sons and painfully failed or failing fathers. The title novella sifts through the irreparable moral and psychological confusion brought about by the Holocaust, following two families as they struggle to reconcile themselves to personal disorder and private grief--with no illusory platitudes about the redemptive power of suffering.
With unerring compassion for conveying emotional revelations and a keen sensitivity to the frailty and malleability of the human spirit, The Quarry lures the reader into confronting the most hidden and disquieting parts of the buried self.
Published by: University of Georgia Press
The birth of the solar system, the demise of the dinosaurs, the melting of the polar ice caps: haunting cosmic mysteries emerged from my grandfather Zolly's mouth in a tone of grave wonderment. In the early fifties, when I was in the second grade,...
Hearts & Minds
When I was nineteen my father went out for a pack of smokes and never came back. My mother and I were in the dining room, sitting around the walnut drop-leaf table on what would have been my sister Dinah's sixteenth birthday. We were watching a news...
For weeks I imagined I could see him coming off the plane, carrying souvenirs. In my mind he looked the same as the day he left—broad-shouldered, trim, deeply tanned. The picture of him they printed in the newspaper, one of those sawtooth-edged Brownie snapshots that always...
From what Judah Landau could see, there was only one dish of charlotte russe left in the revolving pie carousel. Tracking it, he swept a saucer of marmalade aside. "In my opinion/' he said, jabbing his curved thumb in his chest, "Florida's going to the dogs. Every snowbird in Sheepshead...
For months now I'd been having my doubts about Charley's plan to move to Florida. He was seventy-five, and in poor health. Zandy, my wife, was losing patience with both of us. "You don't even notice the changes in him," she said to me with accumulated irritability...
The forbidden quarry was no more than a brisk two- or three-mile walk beyond the dusty apple orchard in back of the local chapter of the Monroe County Elks Club. Although our mothers warned us not to, my friends and I ate the mealy green and yellow apples off the ground and then chucked the wormy...
Page Count: 280
Publication Year: 2012
Series Title: Flannery O'Connor Award for Short Fiction
Series Editor Byline: Nancy Zafris, Series Editor See more Books in this Series
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