Whenever someone complains about how the second-person point of view just doesn’t work for them, I think they should give Jamaica Kincaid’s short story Girl a solid read.
There is one particular short story in The Collected Stories of Lydia Davis that I’ve adored since the very first time I read it, called Cockroaches in Autumn.
There is a linguistic thread that runs through The Truth About Owls that I keep catching myself thinking about.
Surviving Exile in Éilís Ní Dhuibhne’s “Summer Pudding” Throughout the canon of the Irish short story in the twenty-first century, special attention is given to the nature of Irish identity. From James Joyce, Frank O’Connor, to Éilís Ní
Stories about mental illness are something I seek out, particularly. I may be a little harsh in these notes towards the author, not because I believe the author is wrong or the story is terrible, but because the treatment of
21 Nov 2014: These notes were first published on the 9th of May 2013. I have migrated them back out of the black void of the internet, and here they are, slightly edited for clarity. I first read this story