More than ten years after Carver's death, his widow Tess Gallagher - a writer and poet herself - found five unpublished stories or those that had only appeared posthumously and sporadically in magazines like Esquire, and decided to gather them in this anthology. As she herself explains in the epilogue, these are stories written at different times in the life of the North American author, and in which we can find elements that recall or, directly, are repeated in some of his better-known stories; we deduce that many of them must have been embryonic forms of the latter, - to my taste - more polished and complete. This does not mean that in If You Need Me, Call Me we do not find five first-rate stories in which some of the recurring themes of the Carverian universe are dealt with: couples trying to repair a broken relationship, types who have stopped drinking but are still shadows of themselves or writers who face the writing of the void.
Perhaps because of the small size of the volume, perhaps because of that embryonic writing I mentioned, perhaps because it was not Carver himself who selected them, the stories are less spectacular than those already read in Cathedral or in What We Talk About When We Talk About Love, for example, and may give a certain sense of repetition with respect to these. Most likely, if these last two anthologies did not exist If You Need Me, Call Me would acquire a new status as a masterful book, so it is only by comparison with its sisters that this book loses - albeit only a little.
Having said all this, there are two stories that stand out above the rest:
(i) Dreams: In this story of spied neighbours and almost mystical hues, we see elements of It Seems Like a Fucking Miracle or Whoever Sleeps in This Bed, and it is easy to be left with a strange but tangible feeling of unease from the first paragraphs - which will only increase until the icy end. Without a doubt, it has the flavour of the classics of the North American author, and will be liked for its brilliant creation of the atmosphere.
(ii) If You Need Me, Call Me: I would dare to say that the story that gives its name to the anthology is a more relaxed, less cerebral and more human version of Horses in the Rain; not only because the metaphor of the situation is exactly the same, but also because the theme and its outcome are. To each his own taste, but I would have trouble choosing between the two; while the former is more an exercise in brilliant and heartless style, the latter goes straight to the heart of the matter - is it possible to fix what has been broken into a thousand pieces? - and perhaps for this reason it is a more honest and sincere text.