Page 8 - The Michigan Daily - Thursday, October 5, 1989 'Failed poet' succeeds Prize Stories 1989: The 0. Henry Awards Edited by William Abrahams Anchor/Doubleday paperback $8.95 Let me say before we begin any- thing that reviewing an anthology of stories like this one - especially one that I like so much - in a framework like we have here at the Daily is impossible. With 20 stories by 20 authors with nothing in common other than the fact that they all wrote a story last year, Prize Sto- ries 1989 is guaranteed to have its high and low points. Should I judge it with a simple tally, and say that I made an exclamation point beside 15 of the stories in the table of con- tents, and a question mark beside the other five? Should I take a deeper look into the first, second, and third place winners and say that Ernest J. Finney is a name you should be hearing a lot soon, that Harriet Doerr is a treasure, and that Joyce Carol Oates is overrated (maybe thir- tysomething could use an extra script writer)? Or should I go ahead and make inflated claims about the state of the short story in American litera- ture today, announcing the arrival of the new trends and their implications for how we read fiction? In the editor's introduction to the collection, Abrahams warns against such sweeping statements. "What is even more deplorable," he states, "is the notion that each seasonl repre- sents a a fashion in stories - the year of the Minimum alternating with the year of the Maximum, as it were - and only those need to be written (or read) to be in vogue. Nothing could be further from the truth." Closer to the truth, I believe, is that all kinds of stories need to get read and written, and the selections in here reflect that attitude. General- izations are quickly and easily dodged. There are some truly beauti- ful and ingenious stories in here. Finney's first place winner, "Peacocks," admirably evokes a time when they showed cartoons before the movie started, when grandpas wore fedoras. Young Elmo, who's a good boxer but hates it, grows dp a lot in 35 pages, in a way that's never spelled out for us. His rela- tionships with his girlfriend and his grandpa evolve simply as we get pleasant and meaningful glimpses into this life. Millicent Dillon's "Wrong Sto- ries" is a sharp piece of fiction about fiction which opens brilliantly with, Michael Penn March RCA There are certain foods one eats when one is depressed, especially de- pressed about love, just to feel full. Usually the day is depressing and rainy and you are alone. Sitting at the table, you eat a homey comfort- able food like a bowl of cornflakes, wondering if the crunchy noises can only be heard in your head. As you chomp heartily, releasing some frus- tration on your food, your mind starts to wander to your problems, forgetting everything else. When you return to the exciting task of stuffing your face, you realize those great flakes have gotten soggy, adding to the sadness of the day. Michael Penn's debut album Costello and his main influence, the Beatles, Penn delivers a respectable first effort. The well-crafted merge of jangly guitars and head swaying melodies make a straightforward, in- telligent pop sound. He also at- tempts to vary tempos and move the songs along in an effort not to bore the listener. The record starts off promisingly. The first four cuts are an excellent mix of fairly upbeat tunes. The first, "No Myth," stuck in my head for days afterwards as a harmless, sing- songy lost love song. "Half Harvest" follows, imitating Mr. Costello well, but the very imitation makes Penn look inferior. The greatness ends after "Brave New World" which has the best line from the album: "They all have dusty noses 'cause they sniff shellac." Unfortunately, the rest of the al- bum is made up of slower songs that do not stand out individually and are, quite frankly, boring. These offend- ing cuts all sound basically the same and are all depressed love songs. The fact that they are all lumped together might be part of the problem, but filler will still sound like filler no matter where it's placed sequentially. The mostly slower-paced pieces also sag in the lyrics department: "When you realize/ You've been shot down/ Wounded unto death by something called love." There are two semi-high points hiding among the mediocre blah. "Big House," a faster-paced song that is only one of two cuts on the al- bum that does not talk directly about "There was an incident; I have told it but I have not told it right. The core of it is what eludes me, and yet the core of it is what stayed with me these ten years." The story isn't much on plot, purposely so. What's going on is the narrator being very frank that she can't remember the right details in the right sequence and she isn't certain how to tell it to get across the point, whatever that may be. And still she insists, "I am obliged to tell this incident. I do not believe that I believe that anyone is obliged to listen to it." It would probably get to be a drag if Dillon aways wrote like this, because her narrative insecurity is just another ploy to get us to pay attention. But it's a good one. Alice Adams' uncomfortably in- timate "After You've Gone" and T. Coraghessan Boyle's patiently un- nerving "Sinking House" confirm the authors' already secure reputa- tions as masters. Prize Stories is as good a way as any to get a taste of their work, to see if going back for more is a good idea. The book works best as an admittedly incomplete smorgasbord of the kind of quality fiction that is getting written in America today. -Mark Swartz beat and the pseudo-symbolic lyrics. The last cut, "Evenfall," sounds '50s-influenced and is once again upbeat. Its loss-of-love lyrics detract but its pace and abrupt false ending make it at least different. Michael Penn needs to stop thinking about love and stop letting his influences overwhelm his own direction. He has workable talent (he played a lot of the instruments for this album and wrote all of the songs). Although his sound cuts no new ground, the best songs work well enough that Penn should get some radio attention. This generally bland pop should really only be lis- tened to by those who regard soggy food as a point worth mentioning about their day. By the way, he is Sean's brother. -Annette Petrusso Sebadoh The Freed Man Homestead Post-modernism has finally showed its complete dominance as a cultural phenomenon. As if sam- pling wasn't enough, the new trend seems to be stealing entire concepts, not just licks. Tears for Fears re- cently ripped off every post-Re- volver Beatles idea in Sowing the Seeds of Love, and now Sebadoh, the latest in the long line of adoles- cent angst posers, have defamed Cap- tain Beefheart's landmark Trout Mask Replica. Whereas Beefheart combined his sense of alienation with a com- pletely original fusion of blues, early Zappa-esque freeform improvi- sation, and incredibly strange im- BY JAY PINKA "ALL these years a million times I must have heard the words. But a woman doesn't say. I run my fingers around the jagged outline of this shattered star. On my lips, water. Ashes on my tongue. In my nostrils flecks of incense. In my ears, the tinkling of bells, the rustling of cloth. Could it be saffron? I see nothing dark or light so cannot say." These lyrical lines are from "Prayer for The Liv- ing," the conclusion to Alan Cheuse's latest novel The Grandmothers' Club. Cheuse intensifies the senses with imagery that illuminates an expression- istic psychic landscape. We imagine a poet lurking behind this and his other works: The Bohemians, Candace and Other Stories, Fall Out of Heaven (a non-fiction work which shadows the footsteps of Cheuse's father into his service with the Red Army). The author compares writing poetry to play- ing shotput, while fiction writing is equated to cross country. With this metaphor, Cheuse breaks any il- lusions of himself as a novelist by day, poet by night. Yet the smooth imagery abbreviated above is essential to his work, coming through in the lucid, at times suspenseful dialogue in the first seven pages of The Grandmothers' Club, as it flirts with the reader, revealing mysterious pieces of the charac- ters' lives through grandmotherly gossip. "All novelists are failed poets," says Cheuse, who taught graduate fiction writing workshops for the University's MFA program in 1984 and 1985. The author "kept secret" his wish to be an author until 1978, when, after working as a social worker, a schoolteacher in Mexico, and a speech writer for a city planner, he finally vowed to get published. A year later his first story appeared in The New Yorker. Now that he has exceeded his goal, also having become weekly book commentator for "All Things Considered" on National Public Radio, fac- ulty member at Virginia's George Mason University ("the university of the future") and reading his work at universities across the nation, is Alan Cheuse bored with his writing? "I'm still writing as a child... all writers arc chil- dren," says the author, reminding aspiring writers, and all human beings, of the indispensable gift of wonder that is ours to share and recreate in our unique, individual work. Cheuse feels that those of us who prefer the literary muse are fortunate to live in such a fertile and diverse time for writers. Pro- grams like the University's, carefully sculpted to the needs of the blossoming creative writer and taught by experienced writers knowledgeable and skilled in both technique and critique, were rare before World War II. Yet current writers, though strong in tech- nique, comments Cheuse, can tend towards stoic in- expressiveness in the essential (to writing) realm of experience and emotion. "We live in a time when there are more terrifi- cally talented writers than ever before," states Cheuse. ALAN CHEUSE will read from his work at 5 p.m. in the Michigan Union's Kuenzel Room. I I BOBCAT Continued from page 7 business - not just liking it, if that's such an insane goal - I mean, Hitler used to work up a crowd very well. But people sit around, y'know, and they say, "These guys who are women-bash- ing or gay-bashing, they don't be- lieve it." Well that's even worse, I think, 'cause not everyone in the au- dience thinks it's a joke. And when- ever you make light of these issues then you're just breeding it, you're making more room for it to grow. The state of wait's chest Goldth- and other chests in comedy BG: I make mistakes in my show, but I didn't get into this business 'cause I wanted to be liked, I just had things I wanted to get off my chest. I was popular, y'know... If you ever read most heavy metal bands' record covers, they always write a little note that says something like, "This is dedicated to all the preachers and teachers and cops who never thought we could be anything." And in real- ity, if I was with a cop or preacher or teacher and pointed over at Axl Rose and said, "Hey, do you think Novelist Alan Cheuse believes in wonder I agery, Sebadoh's songs are nothing but cacophonous, sophomoric drivel ("I fuckin' hate this confusing shit" they repeat over and over again in one song). They are essentially a hardcore band trapped inside a Cam- per Van Beethoven wannabe body. At best, on songs like "Soul Mate," Sebadoh sounds like amateurish They Might Be Giants (pre-critical darling phase) imitators with a very bad sense of humor. Beefheart punctuated Trout Mask with odd spoken interjections like "Fast and bulbous" which defined a musical style that informed every underground record to come after it, but Sebadoh's constant repetition of lines like "one plus one equals three" does nothing but be bizarre just to be bizarre, and even fails at doing that. The only thing that Sebadoh is successful at doing on this album is paying lip service to the concept of late-night TV hipness. The last song on the album, "Mothra," seems like it should be a paean to Godzilla's nemesis, but it's nothing but mum- bling and gargling set to the Casio VL Tone Rhumba rhythm. Perhaps they were trying to recreate the sci-fi insect's drone? But if that's their idea of documentary realism, then the Velvet Underground has just eclipsed Led Zeppelin and Van Halen as the bands with the worst sphere of influ- ence in rock 'n' roll history. -Peter Shapiro that that guy over there could be the lead singer of an irresponsible, dirt- bag, racist band," they'd go, "Oh yeah, I think he could do that." D: Have you gotten everything off of your chest? BG: No - innuendo bothers me more than words do. I find that ex- tremely offensive. If you want to say a word, say the word. There's no guesswork. I find it much more ob- scene when Johnny Carson leers at a woman with large breasts than if somebody said the word "breast" out loud. And it's more offensive that it's swallowed by everybody. D: Regarded as normal? BG: Yeah. And it's offensive -no, startling - that so many years after Lenny Bruce and all that stuff that (there's) flack for using just words: That seems so old and so boring. One thing, though, I always head people being compared to Lenny Bruce: he was about tearing down hypocrisy, not adding to hate. He didy not go up onstage and chant "Eat pussy." That's not taking a risk, anyway. When you have a room full of young men going through pu- berty, you think you're going to get booed? BOBCAT GOLDT WAIT will per- form tonight at the Michigan The- ater at 7:30 p.m. Tickets are $17.50. f" , Does Michael.Penn live up to his illustrious brother's legacy? It's a case of sogginess vs. snoginess. would be a suitable companion on such a day. He sings almost exclu- sively of love and the loss of love, usually bitterly. 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