My "small but good" thing: Discovering Raymond Carver's pen at this moment in my life.
Raymond Carver is a renowned American writer, and his works have had a profound impact on the literary world. His simple and profound writing style has touched the hearts of countless readers.
Discovering his pen at this time feels like a precious gift. It is not just an ordinary pen, but a tool that has witnessed the birth of many great works. Holding this pen, I seem to be able to feel the passion and inspiration that Carver poured into his writing.
This pen has become a source of motivation for me. It reminds me of the power of words and the importance of perseverance in writing. I hope to use this pen to record my own thoughts and feelings, and perhaps one day, create something that can also touch the hearts of others.
I'm not going to attempt to write about each story individually, but I simply cannot emphasize enough how deeply I adore Carver's prose and his utilization of the short story format. It's truly remarkable how he manages to pack an infinite amount of emotional background and character qualities into such concise bursts of writing. And let's not even begin to discuss the dialogue. It has the power to move me to tears on more than one occasion.
Some of my personal favorite stories by Carver include "What's In Alaska?", "Why, Honey?", "Gazebo", "What We Talk About When We Talk About Love", "Distance", "Where I'm Calling From", "Fever", "Feathers", "Cathedral", and "A Small, Good Thing" (which is my absolute favorite, deserving a rating of 6 out of 5 stars). Each of these stories offers a unique and profound exploration of the human condition, leaving a lasting impression on the reader.
Carver's ability to capture the essence of life's small moments and turn them into powerful works of art is truly a gift. His stories are not only entertaining but also thought-provoking, challenging us to look at our own lives and relationships in a new light. I highly recommend his works to anyone who appreciates the beauty and power of the written word.
In putting together ''Where I'm Calling From,'' Mr. Carver decided against collecting all his stories. ''There are some I'm not particularly fond of and would not like to see reprinted again. I just picked up ones that I felt I could live with.''Many of the stories involve married couples and their sometimes less-than-positive impressions and experiences with each other. I would say this book will leave you with a sense of sobriety and make you think deeply about life, perhaps even slogging through the gritty details at times. I often found myself wondering where I was when I finished reading many of the stories. What had just happened to the characters? What was going to happen next? It didn’t seem likely to have a happy ending. I wonder why I would want to read a book like this. Well, I like getting a glimpse into my own strange inner life. It makes me feel alive in the midst of the seemingly ordinary daily routine because my mind is constantly exploring this kind of material. The beauty and intricacy of a snowflake are not easy to capture in a blizzard, but I think Raymond Carver might be trying to do just that in the midst of his portrayal of so much gloom. Or is it the opposite of beauty: the putrid smell of refuse? The promise and threat of a storm cloud are often present at the beginning, middle, and end of the story. We’re told that the stories in the book are arranged “generally” in chronological order. I think the inclusion of the word “generally” is meant to both pique our curiosity and raise our hackles. This is something Carver did with words habitually. At least he did until he died in 1988, the year this book was published, at the young age of fifty. Sometimes the story just ends.
He said, “I just want to say one more thing.”Carver seems to be a bit of a folk hero. The fact that he died young and sober after being a raging drunk for many years gives him a certain notoriety and mystery. I want to read more of his stories. This book contains the stories he selected. Before he died, he indicated that there were some of his stories he would not have chosen. But, despite that, his heirs collected many unpublished stories and created new books and even new collections after he was gone. I just kept reading this book. There was no good reason, really. To be honest, it seemed as depressing as could be. But then I got into the new stories at the end of the book. Remember I said the stories were “generally in chronological order”? So the new stories are the most recent ones. And it occurred to me that with these new stories, you can either sob and cry or you can break out into laughter. You had to stop being so serious and just laugh! So I did, and I loved the feeling. Thank you, Mr. Raymond Carver! The new stories were the best ones – maybe because they were written when he had been sober the longest. He may not have been a nice drunk; some of the people in his previously published stories certainly aren’t nice. But he seemed very familiar with them. This isn’t to say that the characters in the new stories are nice. They’re not especially. But I got more enjoyment from those stories. I give this book five grateful stars as I realized that things couldn’t be as bad as they seemed. There’s drama, pessimism, and riveting writing. You should read the NYT’s article about Carver by Stephen King:
And then he could not think what it could possibly be.