New Stories from the Midwest: 2012

New Stories from the Midwest: 2012

Language: English

Pages: 264

ISBN: 0253008182

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

New Stories from the Midwest presents a collection of stories that celebrate an American region too often ignored in discussions about distinctive regional literature. The editors solicited nominations from more than 300 magazines, literary journals, and small presses and narrowed the selection to 19 authors. The stories, written by Midwestern writers or focusing on the Midwest, demonstrate that the quality of fiction from and about the heart of the country rivals that of any other region. Guest editor John McNally introduces the anthology, which features short fiction by Charles Baxter, Dan Chaon, Christopher Mohar, Rebecca Makkai, Lee Martin, and others.

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lightly upon the frozen ground. It was a gray February day, but in no way threatening. “Miss Frances, every bit of me hurts today. I can’t barely move my neck, and that is as sure a sign as any that a storm’s coming.” “I am sorry for your discomfort, but my neck feels fine, and the sooner I get going the sooner I can return. Now, I am certain that you have something better to do than . . .” A call across the yard from Jack Shaw to “wait only,” interrupted Frances. Silently, Frances and Little

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