<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741841501429118808</id><updated>2012-01-30T18:52:29.419-05:00</updated><category term='motherhood'/><category term='racial issues'/><category term='ghost stories'/><category term='Brielyn Jo'/><category term='Depression'/><category term='Gunnin Lucinda'/><category term='Gibson Nancy Smith'/><category term='generousity'/><category term='zombies'/><category term='writing opportunities'/><category term='guilt'/><category term='personal responsibilty'/><category term='Asia'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='Faulkner William'/><category term='Porter Katherine Anne'/><category term='horror'/><category term='fate'/><category term='Swapp Justin'/><category term='coming of age'/><category term='Graham Cathy'/><category term='young readers'/><category term='psychology'/><category term='Gunnin Thor'/><category term='western'/><category term='good vs evil'/><category term='fantasy'/><category term='charity'/><category term='Welty Eudora'/><category term='crime'/><category term='author support'/><category term='science fiction'/><category term='Watkins Rissa'/><category term='Kramer George'/><category term='Elements of Time'/><category term='Harte Bret'/><category term='Knowles Brent'/><category term='humor'/><category term='romance'/><category term='future'/><category term='healing'/><category term='St.Cyr Linda'/><category term='children'/><category term='Lardner Ring'/><category term='Elements of the Soul'/><category term='vengeance'/><category term='moral dilemma'/><category term='Baum L. Frank'/><category term='McCullers Carson'/><category term='Sharum Angel'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='Nelson Darrell'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='London Jack'/><category term='giving'/><category term='man-nature'/><category term='Maugham W Somerset'/><category term='THe Crimson Pact'/><category term='life after death'/><category term='Dickens Charles'/><category term='Aiken Conrad'/><category term='Walker Jennifer'/><category term='Balzac Honore de'/><category term='notes from admin'/><category term='Thurber James'/><category term='commitment'/><category term='Wright Jennifer'/><category term='Crane Stephen'/><category term='Consequences'/><category term='Motley M. Lori'/><category term='Maddox Lindsay'/><category term='horses'/><category term='gender conflict'/><category term='self-reliance'/><category term='love'/><category term='Caldwell Andi'/><category term='Melville Herman'/><category term='class conflict'/><category term='American South'/><title type='text'>Shark's Short Story Reviews</title><subtitle type='html'>Shark's Short Story Reviews alternates reviews of classic short stories with ones by fresh authors, who are certainly less well known. Links to purchase all stories are included.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharksshortstoryreviews.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741841501429118808/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharksshortstoryreviews.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sharkbytes (TM)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08379841586422814410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1V1wqxk82hA/SR0BXLC4GOI/AAAAAAAAABc/zbtWQHiL-A0/s1600-R/mnme.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741841501429118808.post-6353310535288480332</id><published>2011-12-22T11:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T11:57:25.579-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baum L. Frank'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good vs evil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>A Kidnapped Santa Claus - L. Frank Baum</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;TABLE CELLPADDING="5" BORDER="0"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD VALIGN="TOP"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; L. Frank Baum

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Date:&lt;/b&gt; 1904  

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Setting:&lt;/b&gt; Laughing Valley, where Santa Claus lives

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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Story:&lt;/b&gt; Santa Claus, along with ryls, knooks, pixies and fairies, lives in Laughing Valley, but in the mountains beside the valley are caves where five demons reside. Their caves are connected in a linear fashion. First is Selfishness, then Envy, Hatred, and finally Malice. However, from each of those caves is a narrow passage leading to the cave of the Demon of Repentance. There is no way out of the mountain tunnels except by his cave where there is a little door into the sunshine, which he will open if you come his way.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The demons did not like Santa because he made children happy, and then they did not come to visit the demons’ caves. So on Christmas Eve, the demons capture Santa and take him into the mountains. They try to tempt him to be selfish or envious, and they are sure that the children will receive no toys for Christmas.  However, their plot doesn’t work out quite the way they intended

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Commentary:&lt;/b&gt; Although this is a children’s Christmas story, there is plenty in it to make an adult think. The obvious point of interest is the concept that Repentance is a Demon. Santa has a conversation with this one, where Repentance points out that he is not needed unless one has first made friends with one of his evil friends.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;There is an underlying question that is never addressed as to whether toys brought on Christmas can really make a person happy. The story begins with some philosophy, “To laugh one needs to be happy; to be happy one needs to be content.” It seems to me that this contradicts the whole premise of making children happy with gifts, since material things will never bring contentment. The internal message of the story seems confused to me. 

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Another concept presented is that there will always be evil in the world, but we can make choices about what to do about it. This theme is much more consistently developed.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;This story isn’t on the current list of best-loved Christmas classics, probably partly for the dark theme. Although, one could point out the “The Grinch Who Stole Christmas” is similar and has become  standard holiday fare. Although the author is well-known and respected for his children’s stories, I think this one leaves something to be desired. It has been called one of his “most beautiful stories” by a biographer, but I don’t really see that. 

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Nevertheless, I would be willing to read it with older children and ask them to talk about it. 


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 &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD VALIGN="TOP"&gt;&lt;B&gt;Author info:&lt;/B&gt; Lyman Frank Baum, 1856-1919, was born in Chittenango, New York, and early in life developed a love of writing and the theatre. In fact, his love for theatre kept him poor throughout his life as he continued to write, back, and produce plays that couldn’t succeed financially. He is best known for his children’s fantasy, especially the Oz series, of which he wrote 16. Many of his plays were destroyed in a fire. Not many children's stories remain classics for over 100 years, but Baum’s Wizard of Oz has stood the test of time.  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Unusual Words:&lt;/b&gt; 
&lt;BR&gt;knooks and ryls- magical good characters invented by Baum in the book &lt;I&gt;The Life and Adventures of Santa Claus&lt;/I&gt;, they are carried over in to this story.

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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Date:&lt;/b&gt; 2011 

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Setting:&lt;/b&gt; A space station colony, 2180

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Availability:&lt;/b&gt; Buy &lt;A TARGET="_BLANK" HREF="http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/44132?ref=sharkbytes"&gt;Digital Rights&lt;/A&gt; at Smashwords&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;

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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Story:&lt;/b&gt; Humans have colonized space so long that there is a real disconnect between those who live in space and those on Earth. There are even third-generation colonists who have never been to earth. People have android Assistants who carry out many tasks, and the androids are programmed by pulling information from people's actual brains. This technique has been used so long it is standard procedure, but there is always the possibility for abuse.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;One of the supervisors, Rutgers, may have been taking personal information from people. Isabel (Izzy), an engineer, suspects this, but thinks it's both none of her business and fairly harmless. She thinks he is just creating a virtual game as a diversion. She has enough problems of her own, as she keeps receiving messages from a "ghost," a section of one of her past Assistants that should have been long dead. She eventually has to confront both Rutgers and the ghost.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Commentary:&lt;/b&gt; Digital Rights is science fiction, and won first place in the &lt;A TARGET="_BLANK" HREF="http://www.writersofthefuture.com/"&gt;L Ron Hubbard "Writers of the Future"&lt;/A&gt; contest in Q3 2009, for fantasy and science fiction. This award has been running since 1983. That should tell you something about the quality of the story before you ever begin.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I don't mind science fiction, but I'm not a huge fan, unless the writing is really good. Digital Rights kept me interested. I was hooked right away, and I didn't stop reading until I finished, despite its being fairly long for a short story at 12K words.  There are a number of really good things about the story.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;In the first place, Knowles plunges you right into the scene. There is no setup, and you have to figure out where they are and how society has changed by the descriptions of what is being done and how it's being accomplished. And he gives you the information to do this, so you feel that you are right there. Eventually he gives out the fact that it's the year 2180. 

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The mix of familiar technology with speculative processes and machines is well done. As any culture evolves some things change completely, while other archaic forms and items persist. All of the invented machines and techniques seem plausible while e-mail and wearing green on St. Patrick's Day are still around.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;This may be personal preference, but I like a sci-fi story to have some twist that makes me think about the nature of reality, or what makes us human, or what sort of "creatures" might actually populate the universe. I'm not very interested in stories that are just space wars, or romances, or B-westerns in airtight suits. Digital Rights does a good job of making me think.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Digital Rights is  the best sci-fi story I've read in a while. You can take that at whatever value you want since I don't read lots, but I do read some.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;TABLE&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt; &lt;A TARGET="_BLANK" HREF="http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/44132?ref=sharkbytes"&gt;&lt;IMG HSPACE="10" BORDER="0" SRC="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nAP_HRgIYRo/TsKYiKRG5iI/AAAAAAAAArU/E4XJsyuEsZs/s320/DigitalRights.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD VALIGN="TOP"&gt;&lt;B&gt;Author info:&lt;/B&gt; Brent Knowles is a writer, programmer, and game designer. He has been living in Edmonton, Alberta for the last ten years, and is a graduate of the University of Alberta’s computer science program. He worked at the role-playing game studio BioWare for ten years (Baldur’s Gate 2, Neverwinter Nights, Dragon Age), during most of which he was a Lead Designer/Creative Director. Now he writes full time. He has been published in a variety of magazines including Neo-Opsis, On Spec, and Tales of the Talisman. See &lt;A TARGET="_BLANK" HREF="http://blog.brentknowles.com/"&gt;Brent Knowles&lt;/A&gt; blog&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;

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&lt;BR&gt;Language skills 7
&lt;BR&gt;Depth of meaning 7
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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Date:&lt;/b&gt; 1933 

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Setting:&lt;/b&gt; 1915- the author's childhood home

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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Story:&lt;/b&gt; Told in the first person, a boy hears someone walking around the dining room table. He is upstairs, just getting out of the bath. Realizing that no one should be downstairs, he wakes his brother, who refuses to go down with him to check it out. The boys accidentally wake their mother, who of course, assumes that the walker is a burglar, not a ghost.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;What ensues is a hilarious comedy of errors. But "none of us ever heard the ghost again."

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Commentary:&lt;/b&gt; Thurber is one of my all time favorite authors. Most of his short stories are humorous, and they range from tongue-in-cheek to  tales that will make you laugh out loud.  "The Night the Ghost Got In" is very short, but it succeeds in its goal of being funny. 

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The point of this story is, of course, not whether there really was a ghost, but the crazy reactions that occurred as a result of hearing sounds that could not be accounted for. In fact, Thurber tells us in the second sentence exactly what is going to happen. He says "Its advent caused my mother to throw a shoe through a window of the house next door, and ended up with my grandfather shooting a patrolman." The beauty of the story is that, even though he's just told you the entire plot, you have to keep reading to find out how a ghost could have caused those bizarre events.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The stories Thurber tells of his childhood are at least partially fictionalized, but this story is based on definite facts. Thurber did hear this "ghost" walking around the table in the dining room, the year he was a junior in college (1912). He researched the house, and discovered that other owners had also heard the same sounds (choosing to move rather than live with it), and that there had been a man, 45 years previous, who had paced around the table in nervous frustration before running up the stairs to shoot himself. 

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;If anyone wants to write humor, they would do well to study James Thurber's writing. He is a master of timing and of tweaking a story so as to make it funny rather than just exposition. 

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;His stories are self-illustrated. Thurber's cartoon style is sketchy but unique, and anyone who is familiar with it will instantly recognize a Thurber cartoon.

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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Date:&lt;/b&gt; 2009 
&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Setting:&lt;/b&gt; anywhere, in the present day
&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Availability:&lt;/b&gt; In the anthology &lt;A TARGET="_BLANK" HREF="http://twintrinitybooks.com/products.php?20"&gt;&lt;I&gt;Elements of the Soul&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&amp;nbsp:&lt;!--&lt;IMG ALIGN="RIGHT" WIDTH="200" HSPACE="10" VSPACE="10" SRC="http://www.sharkenterprises.biz/ShortReviews/KramerGeorge.jpg"&gt;--&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Story:&lt;/b&gt; Wayne lives a life of squalor and of supporting himself by aiding with crimes. Although he is probably not bright enough to be the mastermind, he helps his friend, Frank, strip cars for hot parts. He bums money off his sister, Debbie, who keeps a filthy dog kennel. Debbie doesn't have many scruples about who buys her puppies. 

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Nothing disrupts this system until the night Frank brings in a Cadillac Escalade that belongs to a local bad boy known as Mad Dog, who is clearly higher up the food chain than either Frank or Wayne. Wayne is fearful and insists that Frank get rid of the car without demolishing it. 

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Although Frank is apparently successful, Wayne is sure that Mad Dog Hatcher knows they are connected with the temporary disappearance of the vehicle. 

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;Commentary:&lt;/B&gt; "Summer Heat" successfully places us squarely in the middle of a hot summer in one of the backwaters of life. When she describes the crisp, dust-covered leaves around the junkyard, we can picture the scene. The people, their speech and actions fit smoothly into this setting.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The story explores the themes of guilt and personal responsibility. Although Wayne manages to stay one step removed from actually participating in the most serious crimes or bad decisions, he's right there in the center of the story. Is his attempt to escape it all effective? Is it even a valid means of escape?

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Although I thought the ending was a little weak, "Summer Heat" certainly would lend itself to a discussion of appropriate behavior with teens. A lot of young people on the edges of making bad choices would probably identify with these characters.
 
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&lt;BR&gt;Language skills 6
&lt;BR&gt;Depth of meaning 6
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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Date:&lt;/b&gt; 1850

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Setting:&lt;/b&gt; a lawyer’s office on Wall Street in the 1850s

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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Story:&lt;/b&gt; Bartleby is hired as a copyist, a scrivener, for a lawyer. The lawyer (today he would be called a corporate lawyer) tells the story. He describes the curious natures of the two scriveners already in his employ and how one, Turkey, is useful in the mornings, but becomes unorganized and useless in the afternoons. The other, Nippers, is angry and sullen in the mornings, but a reliable worker after lunch. The only other employee is an errand boy, known as Ginger Nut. The lawyer is hoping that a third person might balance out the office chaos and provide a steadying influence. 

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;At first, Bartleby seems to do just this. He works hard, and asks for no favors. His workspace is behind a screen in the owner’s private office. After just three days, the lawyer asks Bartleby to come help compare copies of a document, as this was a necessary, but tiresome task when legal documents had to be copied by hand. Bartleby emerges from his cubicle, but makes the surprising declaration that he “would prefer not to.”

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The lawyer decides to let this instance of insubordination go, but the situation gets more and more out of control as Bartleby eventually prefers not to do anything.
 

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Commentary:&lt;/b&gt; The tale of Bartleby is told in the first person from the perspective of his employer, a lawyer. It is set in the time period in which it was written, and a great deal of it will seem strange to modern readers, but the interactions between the people are as amusing and annoying as in any office in this century.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The meaning of the story has been debated by literary critics for over 150 years. I don’t think I’m going to be able to add much to those theories. Some think it’s symbolic of Melville's own frustrations as an author, while others think that it is an early rant against the world of corporate finance.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Although Melville’s work was largely forgotten until after the absurdist movement, this story is sometimes credited with being a precursor to that phase of literature.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;No matter what Melville had in mind, certainly there are several themes. The most obvious one is “what is charity?” The lawyer (the narrator) continually struggles with his own feelings about Bartleby. He has hired the man to do a job, but soon is not getting any work out of him at all. He continually argues with himself that the man is depressed, incredibly poor, and that it would be inhumane to put him out. The end result is an absurd condition where the employer pays Bartleby to leave, and still the scrivener will not, so the lawyer moves out. And even that is not the end of the story.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The mental deterioration of Bartleby is a constant theme. We see the man degenerate from a sad and quiet, but hardworking fellow to depression and withdrawal so severe that it leads to his demise. The progression of Bartleby’s condition seems inevitable, and raises questions about what can be done for people who refuse to respond to human interaction.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The story, although a tragedy in the end, offers a comic look into the work world of the mid-1800's. Turkey and Nipper are polar opposites, and in some ways the narrator and Bartleby are also two sides of a coin. Yet, they all have to show up at the office every day and churn out page after page of government authorized paperwork which seems totally beside the point of anything important in their lives. 


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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;He was born in New York City, and had several famous ancestors- one a participant in the Boston Tea Party, another a Revolutionary War General. After some adventuring at sea, and a stint as a surveyor, he began to write. Despite his early acclaim, he was never able to make enough as a writer to support himself. 





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&lt;BR&gt;divers- many
&lt;BR&gt;imprimis- in the first place
&lt;BR&gt;orbicular- round
&lt;BR&gt;cannel coal- oil shale which produced a lot of light as it burned
&lt;BR&gt;the Tombs- Manhattan Detention Complex- a prison
&lt;BR&gt;carman- driver
&lt;BR&gt;luny- loony, crazy
&lt;BR&gt;wight- a human being
&lt;BR&gt;Petra- the lost city of Edom, a symbol of a deserted place
&lt;BR&gt;Marius- a reference to a Roman General and a classical painting of Caius Marius Amid the Ruins of Carthage
&lt;BR&gt;rockaway- a squarish carriage which could be closed up to shield the occupant from view.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Memorable Quote:&lt;/b&gt; 
&lt;BR&gt;I cannot credit that the mettlesome poet, Byron, would have contentedly sat down with Bartleby to examine a law document of, say five hundred pages, closely written in a crimpy hand.

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&lt;BR&gt;Depth of meaning 10
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&lt;b&gt;Date:&lt;/b&gt; 2011   &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Setting:&lt;/b&gt; the future, on Earth &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Story:&lt;/b&gt; A successful businessman, Ken, feels that he has been taken advantage of since high school by a pseudo-friend, Donald. When their research into space-time mechanics results in the building of a Trans-Dimensional Origami Reactor, Ken figures out how to exact revenge for all the wrongs done to him, which includes Donald stealing his wife, a powerful motive indeed. However, there are some repercussions that do not leave Ken unscathed.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Commentary:&lt;/b&gt; This is a very short story, and I don’t want to say so much that I give the plot away. All of Nelsons stories are science fiction, but of the four in this collection this is the most scientific. There is a bit of a physics lecture in the middle, which is delivered by Ken to Donald. Although it’s not totally out of place, it really feels as if it’s being given for the benefit of the reader. Nevertheless, it does manage to provide information which makes the story seem more plausible. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Although the setting is futuristic and the means of dealing with the despised person is creative, this is a classic story of revenge. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you want some entertaining reading with sci-fi settings, Darrell B. Nelson writes creatively. The stories are not formula written with only a change of setting, so there is enough variety to keep you reading. &lt;br /&gt;
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Depth of meaning 5 &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="TOP"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; Eudora Welty  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Date:&lt;/b&gt; 1941  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Setting:&lt;/b&gt; Mississippi in the 1930s  &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Story:&lt;/b&gt; Tom Harris, a traveling salesman, picks up two hitch-hikers on a road trip from Victory (Mississippi) to Memphis. One of the men talks a lot and is carrying a yellow guitar. The other man is very silent. Harris talks with the men, and soon realizes that they are hobos who have been traveling together for convenience for a couple of weeks.  &lt;br /&gt;
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He takes some pity on them and buys them dinner, and then asks the proprietor of a hotel where he often stays to let them sleep on his porch. While he is inside arranging this, the men apparently try to steal his car. The quiet man hits the man with the guitar over the head with a bottle, seriously injuring him. He is taken to the hospital and the assailant is locked in a room in the hotel, right across the hall from Harris, because the jail is full.  &lt;br /&gt;
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But this is one of Harris’ regular stops, and people in town know him. He’s popular at parties hosted by Ruth, a lady he knows. She introduces him to a girl named Carol, and they spend the evening together. She insists that she knew him from a long time ago, but he can’t remember her at all. There is much speculation at the party as to whether the guitar player will live or die.  &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Commentary:&lt;/b&gt; The Hitch-Hikers is a story with more questions than answers. On the surface it is a guileless portrayal of the Depression-era American South. Salesmen, hobos, forward girls, street children and “colored” children are presented without commentary, allowed to speak for themselves as to who they are and how they fit into society.  &lt;br /&gt;
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It is also the story of a man who is unable to connect with other human beings. Although Harris does show some hospitality toward the strangers, he never really forms even a simple kind of bond with them, and is oddly unmoved by their thievery, or the assault. He seems modestly curious about the prognosis for the injured man, but detached from the whole outcome, as well. He keeps forgetting what town he is in, even what girl he is with. He has no memory of Carol although she insists that she knows him.  &lt;br /&gt;
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When finally alone in his room he does not want to even take off his clothes, to feel any contact with the bed. The quiet becomes unbearable and he turns on the fan which clicks with every revolution and he welcomes the noise to shut out his thoughts.   &lt;br /&gt;
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In the final poignant scene he leaves town the next day, yet leaving more than the town behind him.  &lt;br /&gt;
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“He felt a... disturbing possessiveness, which meant nothing... He was free; helpless.”  &lt;br /&gt;
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Depth of meaning 8 &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Date:&lt;/b&gt; 2010
&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Setting:&lt;/b&gt; The present, some U.S. city
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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Story:&lt;/b&gt; A man named Blackie tells the story, mostly in the first person. He has had a near-death experience when his car goes off a bridge, and he almost drowns. He is explaining all this to a trio of Mexican brothers at a strip joint. They want to know all about what it was like to come so close to death. Blackie is telling them, but making up a lot of it as he goes along. The three Latinos do figure out that he's teasing them at first, but as Blackie continues they have trouble separating the factual from the imaginary.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;He explains that his job is to prepare bodies for autopsies at the morgue. He's been having a lot of strange experiences recently. In particular, he wants to talk about a girl named Jamie who committed suicide. However, it seems that Hector, Vincente, and Guillermo also knew Jamie.


&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Commentary:&lt;/b&gt; The dead and undead are Thor Gunnin's favorite themes, and there is plenty of suspense along those lines.  That said, I had some trouble following this story. Sometimes Blackie just speaks in the first person, and sometimes he is referred to in the third person. 

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;This story may not be for everyone. There is a lot of foul language, and a clear statement that admission to heaven is based on a merit system. 


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&lt;BR&gt;Depth of meaning 2
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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Date:&lt;/b&gt; 1899 

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Setting:&lt;/b&gt; Fort Romper, Nebraska, late 1800's

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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Story:&lt;/b&gt; Three visitors disembark from the train at Romper, Nebraska, and are led to the Palace Hotel, painted a garish blue, by the proprietor, Patrick Scully.  The three are an unpretentious Easterner, a very quiet man; a cowboy; and a Swede, who is the central figure in the story. Almost as soon as they arrive, a blizzard develops, so everyone is isolated at the hotel. The men, along with the proprietor’s son, Johnnie (a young adult), begin to play a card game. The Swede begins to make strange, loud pronouncements, beginning with "I suppose there have been a good many men killed in this room."  He continues making inappropriate remarks throughout the game, even claiming that he knows he is going to be killed before the day is over. The others try to ignore him.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Patrick Scully, who is a good businessman, tries to placate and befriend the Swede, and to calm him down. He has some moderate success. Johnnie notes that his father is even willing to take some measure of abuse from the Swede just because the "customer is always right."

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;After dinner, the men begin another game of cards. The Swede is still too loud, speaks too often, and says bizarre things. At one point he accuses Johnnie of cheating. Johnnie takes offense, and the men all go out to the lee side of the hotel, still in a blizzard, to fight it out. Scully agrees that if Johnnie wants to fight for his honor that he will allow it.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;When the Swede wins the fight he is still not satisfied and he leaves the hotel and makes his way into downtown, where he insinuates himself on the patrons of the town bar.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Commentary:&lt;/b&gt; The Blue Hotel is a story with many possible interpretations. There have been many analysts with more ability than I have who have tried to figure it out, who still can’t agree on what it means. 

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Almost certainly there is one set of meanings centered on the Swede’s misconception of what the "West" is like. He assumes that there is a lot of renegade actions and gunplay, and what he finds there does not match with his preconceptions. 

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;There is a clear message of the self-fulfilling prophecy. If the Swede hadn’t been so dogmatic about what was going to happen, and so obnoxious to all, he probably wouldn’t have come to the end that he did.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Finally, another whole twist is put on the story by a sort of epilogue where the Easterner confirms that Johnnie was cheating and suggests to the cowboy that they all hold a certain level of responsibility for the fate of the Swede. 

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A part of me would like the blue hotel building to be symbolic of the world in general, but then the Swede leaves and moves the action to a different location. To carry this analogy along, Patrick Scully would need to be God, and the bar some sort of purgatory where the Swede receives his final judgment. Perhaps that does work!

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;There is a message that we are all pretty normal inside despite outward appearances. The hotel is painted a garish blue to make it stand out and attract customers, but then it is clearly quite a normal establishment once we see inside. Is this also a message about the true character of the Swede?

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Clearly, that things are not what they appear to be is a strong theme. The gambler at the bar is more than a professional gambler, but also a family man and frequent participant in the local group of men who simply pass the time in discussing various topics of interest. Yet, he turns out to be the one who deals with the Swede in an unexpected way.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;In any case, The Blue Hotel will give you plenty to think about.


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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Unusual Words:&lt;/b&gt; 
&lt;BR&gt;gripsack- a suitcase
&lt;BR&gt;sled-stake- a piece of wood which can be inserted in a sled frame to hold side boards- easily removeable, often used as a weapon, and necessarily straight.

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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Date:&lt;/b&gt; 2011

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Setting:&lt;/b&gt; the present, in Spain

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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Story:&lt;/b&gt; Sloan, an American student studying in Spain, is waiting for his tutor and enjoying an espresso at an outdoor café. He is approached by an old man, a man who looks like a warrior, although he is dressed quite normally. After the man asks Sloan his name, and they carry on a short awkward conversation, the man places on the table a small die with strange markings. Sloan will never be the same again.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;This is a flash fiction story, so a review will necessarily be short. However, it is part of The Crimson Pact, Volume I. This anthology has created a setting in the opening story, “The Failed Crusade,” by Paul Genesse and Patrick M. Tracy. To understand any of the 25 additional stories in the book some explanation of the opening story is necessary. At some time and place, both unidentified, humans have banded together to fight against demons who are attempting to conquer the world of men. The humans are losing the battle. However, they have all sworn to a pledge, called the Crimson Pact, that they will do whatever it takes to eventually hunt down the demons. At the end of the fateful day of loss, two people call upon the skills of a Spirit Coaxer and manage to cross over into the world of the demons. 

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The idea of the anthology is that the subsequent stories will build upon that introduction and tell the tales of those who crossed over and their descendants and followers throughout any age or world. Additional volumes are planned, and submissions are ongoing. 

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Commentary:&lt;/b&gt; The Failed Crusade is narrated by General Cruek Ostor, and has the feel of a cross between a medieval manuscript and a video game. The flowery language may make it difficult to immerse yourself into the world and the battle, but it has what I call “internal integrity.” This mean that you never are suddenly jogged into the wrong time or place by words or images that don’t belong. It took me a whole page to get into the story, but once I did, it worked well. 

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;This opening story sets the stage for almost anything to happen with only a few basic ground rules that need to be followed. The remaining stories in the anthology are a complete mixture of styles- from stories that read like video game introductions to romance. “Transition” is set in the modern world, and if it were not for the fact that it’s in this anthology, would not signal any suspected direction for the plot too early. 

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The Crimson Pact is a classic good vs. evil fantasy. However, the contributions of many authors ensure that there are stories to please everyone, and you’ll never be able to predict where the next story will take you. 

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;TABLE&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;A TARGET="_BLANK" HREF="http://www.thecrimsonpact.com/store.html"&gt;&lt;IMG ALIGN="LEFT" SRC="http://www.sharkenterprises.biz/ShortReviews/crimsonpact01.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD VALIGN="TOP"&gt;&lt;B&gt;Author info:&lt;/B&gt; Justin Swapp grew up in a simple world where he played outside; running and hiding, talking openly to people, shooting pot guts, exploring caves, and generally looking for ways to exploit his imagination. The phrase "the pen is mightier than the sword" always fascinated him. Swapp got what it meant, but wanted to be able to wield that pen. And, he says, "that is harder than it looks." &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Several other stories by Swapp can be read at his web site &lt;A TARGET="_BLANK" HREF="http://www.justinswapp.com/"&gt;Justin Swapp: Fiction for your Reading Addiction&lt;/A&gt;
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&lt;BR&gt;Language skills 8
&lt;BR&gt;Depth of meaning 6
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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Date:&lt;/b&gt; 1830  

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Setting:&lt;/b&gt; Egypt, during the Napoleonic campaign of 1798

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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Story:&lt;/b&gt; A Passion in the Desert is a story within a story. The narrator is a man who has been to the zoo with his wife (described only as “she”). While they are watching a wild animal tamer she declares that the show is dreadful and she doesn’t believe that anyone can be so certain of the “affection” of a wild beast to trust it for performances.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The man takes issue with her and insists that he knows a story, told to him by an old soldier, which will prove that wild animals and humans can communicate. The next day, he tells her the story of “The Frenchman in Egypt.”

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;An old soldier, with one leg, had given this first person account of his experience in the desert during Napoleon’s campaign to conquer Egypt in 1798. He had been captured by the Arabs, but managed to escape into the desert where he despaired for his life. But he finds a small oasis, which has a spring, a few palm trees (for dates to eat), and a cave. He curls up to sleep in the cave, and in the morning finds that he is sharing the space with a “panther” (which is described in detail, identifying it to modern readers as a leopard). 

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The leopard has recently had a meal and she shows no interest in eating the soldier. In fact, the soldier and the cat develop an uneasy relationship, and their bond grows stronger and stronger. Man and beast play together; he caresses her gently, and she purrs ferociously in pleasure. But when an eagle appears overhead the soldier’s attention is drawn to it, and the relationship changes with dire consequences.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Commentary:&lt;/b&gt; A Passion in the Desert is clearly symbolic of the dangers, and stages of human love. It will take several readings to uncover all of the meanings. The most obvious layer is that the man is captivated by the beauty and power of the female, but that she is the one who is in control. She enjoys the attentions of the man, but never lets him forget that he is alive because she tolerates him.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The device of having an un-named man tell the story to his un-named wife strengthens the illusion of being able to separate oneself from the raw truths learned in the desert. The final line of the story, a quote from the old soldier, cuts through any self-delusion, leaving only naked truth. 

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;In 1998 a short film of the same name was made, directed by Lavinia Currier. The movie is based on Balzac’s story, but adds a great deal to the plot, and changes the meaning significantly.


&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;TABLE&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=sharksshortstories-20&amp;o=1&amp;p=8&amp;l=bpl&amp;asins=B0029EPZBE&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=000000&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr" style="align:left;padding-top:5px;width:131px;height:245px;padding-right:10px;"align="left" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD VALIGN="TOP"&gt;&lt;B&gt;Author info:&lt;/B&gt; Honor&amp;eacute; de Balzac (1799-1850) was one of the most obsessed writers of all time. His masterpiece, The Human Comedy, was written over the course of 20 years, on which he worked almost 16 hours a day, every day. He died of exhaustion at age fifty. The Human Comedy is a collection of stories covering the scope of the human condition. A Passion in the Desert was one of the first ones written. 

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Balzac is often remembered for his romantic and sensuous novels which sold quickly and were often banned. For example, his name is brought up in “The Music Man” as a scandalous writer, who should be avoided by proper people. 

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&lt;BR&gt;Mangrabins- north-African Arabs, probably derived from Maghreb 
&lt;BR&gt;&lt;I&gt;ma petite maitresse&lt;/I&gt;- my little mistress
&lt;BR&gt;&lt;I&gt;Mignonne&lt;/I&gt;- darling, etc- a term of endearment
&lt;BR&gt;simoom- a strong, hot, sand-laden wind of the Sahara and Arabian deserts

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;Rating:&lt;/B&gt;
&lt;BR&gt;Language skills 8
&lt;BR&gt;Depth of meaning 10
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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Setting:&lt;/b&gt; anywhere, in the present day
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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Story:&lt;/b&gt; Leesa and her son Ethan are just beginning to learn what life is going to be like for them since Leesa’s husband, Ethan’s father, was sent to prison for rape and murder.  At school, Ethan’s former friend calls him names, while his mother confronts Leesa. Only Ethan’s teacher seems to understand, and show a willingness to treat Ethan as before. Ethan had been cast for the lead in the school play, “The Sword in the Stone,” and the boy is truly excited about being discovered to be King Arthur. Other children’s parents are not so sure they think the choice of students is appropriate for the role.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;But on the way to opening night, a wild storm threatens to tear away the Carson Street bridge while Leesa and Ethan are crossing it in their unreliable truck.




&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;Commentary:&lt;/B&gt; Flood of Tears explores the reactions of people when confronted with a genuine tragedy of life. Those near to a wrong-doer may be treated as if they share a part of the blame, while the accusers revel in their own self-righteousness. There is possibly a sub-theme of Old Testament justice.
 
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&lt;BR&gt;Language skills 5
&lt;BR&gt;Depth of meaning 6
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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Date:&lt;/b&gt; 1873  

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Setting:&lt;/b&gt; the Sierra Nevadas- mid 1800s

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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Story:&lt;/b&gt; Living as an outcast of society in the failed Sierra mining town of Smith’s Pocket, the nine-year-old Melissa Smith survives in a near-animal existence. Her father, former discoverer of the “pocket” of gold, but now the town drunk, pays her no heed. She has been expelled from Sunday School, and lives by her wits and her wiry strength. She is locally known simply as M’liss.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;One day, she appears at the schoolhouse after hours, and informs the young school master that she is coming to school. Over the course of the following months, she shows herself to be able to learn, and to act and dress in more socially acceptable ways.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;But, when her drunken father commits suicide one night, she realizes that as horrible as he was, he was all she had. The school master becomes, in effect, her guardian. She lives with a large family in town, but spends time with the master whenever possible. They occasionally walk together in the woods, he finds her weaving wreaths of grass and flowers for her father’s grave.  Although she is embarrassed, she allows him to share in these moments of her weakness. She likes to weave the poison monkshood flower into these wreaths, and the master warns her of its deadly powers.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Despite her youth, she feels a great affection for the school master. When the pretty, blond, oldest daughter of her foster family, Clytemnestra (all of this family’s children were given ostentatious classical names), develops a crush on the master, the brunette M’liss is outraged and jealous with all the passion of a pre-adolescent girl. She dubs Clytemnestra “that white girl.” 

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;In time, the school master feels the need to leave the confines of Smith’s Pocket, but what will become of M’liss?


&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;Commentary:&lt;/B&gt; Bret Harte is sometimes credited with inventing the genre of western fiction. His love for, and knowledge of the American West created vivid settings for his stories. 

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;M’liss is sometimes considered a novelette, and was made into a movie several times. Three silent versions were made in 1915, 1918, and again in 1922 as "The Girl Who Ran Wild." The most famous 1918 version starred Mary Pickford. It was again adapted for the screen in 1936, starring Anne Shirley. 

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The story does not have deep, hidden meanings, but tells a simple story in a way that appeals to anyone who loves a happy ending.  Harte’s stories were captivating as much for their backdrops as for the characters themselves. He was a highly popular writer of the 19th Century. Much of the emotional play of the characters is merely hinted at, and left to the reader to develop through imagination. 

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The sentimental style perhaps does not speak to modern readers as much as it did to those of a past age, but the truths of human relationships cross all times and places.


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&lt;B&gt;Author info:&lt;/B&gt;  Bret Harte (1836-1902) was born Francis Brett Hart in Albany, New York. He moved to California early and edited several newspapers. Writing was always a passion; his first story was published when he was only 11 years old. As the popularity of his stories waned he moved to Europe and continued writing, spending the last 24 years of his life there. He is considered to be one of the uniquely American writers.&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;


&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Unusual Words:&lt;/b&gt; 
&lt;BR&gt;stuff- a type of durable cloth of wool, or linen and wool
&lt;BR&gt;ceanothus- a buckthorn shrub with white blossoms
&lt;BR&gt;drugget- felted cheap fabric
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&lt;BR&gt;Language skills 8
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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Date:&lt;/b&gt; 2010
&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Setting:&lt;/b&gt; Southern Illinois, the city of Carbondale, in the present

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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Story:&lt;/b&gt; Tina Black has come to hate everything about the man who is staying in her home. Bob was a friend, an Army veteran, who needed a temporary place to stay. Now, more than a year later, he won’t leave. Tina’s husband, Doug, is too polite to ask him to find a place of his own, and she can’t bring herself to do anything about the situation, either. Bob is so selfish and annoying that Tina has begun to contemplate killing Bob. 

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Their city, Carbondale in southern Illinois, has been fortuitously spared from tornado strikes throughout history. But on this sultry summer day their deaf cat begins to act strangely and seems to be trying to make Tina follow him into the basement. Just in the nick of time, Tina realizes that a funnel cloud is bearing down on the neighborhood. She and the cat huddle under the basement stairs as the house above them is ripped to shreds.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;But, Bob was asleep in an upstairs bedroom. What has happened to him?

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Commentary:&lt;/b&gt; The Roommate takes a look at the literary phenomenon known as a pathetic fallacy, where the weather is a mirror for the mood of the story or protagonist. But, it is more than that, as Tina struggles with the guilt of her many hours spent wishing that Bob were dead. After the storm, although she is injured and in shock, she is constantly plagued by the guilt she feels over not warning Bob to get into the basement. Is his fate somehow her fault? 

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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;i&gt;Consequences&lt;/I&gt; is available as a paperback, or in ebook format.&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Unusual Words:&lt;/b&gt; 
&lt;BR&gt;misogynistic- the characteristic of hating women

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&lt;BR&gt;Language skills 5
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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Date:&lt;/b&gt; 1867  

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Setting:&lt;/b&gt; England in the 1860s

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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Story:&lt;/b&gt; Alicia, age seven, is the oldest of 19 children. She lives with her father, King Watkins I, and her mother the Queen. Alicia takes care of all the Princes and Princesses, and they all take care of the baby. The King works in a government office where payday is never often enough! One day he stops at the fishmonger’s to buy some salmon and meets the Good Fairy Grandmarina. Grandmarina instructs him to tell Alicia to save the fishbone that is left on her plate after the salmon is eaten and to polish it till it shines like mother-of-pearl.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;If she saves that fishbone until just the right moment, and then makes a wish, her wish will be granted. But she must use it at the right time. 

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Alicia does save and polish the fishbone, and keeps it in her pocket. She then proceeds to solve the many day-to-day problems of a household with so many children. As each difficult situation arises, she considers using the magic fishbone, but always decides that she can “snip and stitch and cut and contrive” to find a solution.  Until one day...

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;Commentary:&lt;/B&gt; This was one of my favorite stories as a child, but it is not well-known. Although it is clearly for young readers, it was written when children’s stories were not reduced to vocabularies of 100 words. Any adult will be quick to catch the meaning behind the story: that we can usually solve the problems that face us, and only need to call in special help when we have truly done all we can on our own.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Children find the reprimands of Grandmarina to the “King” delightful- even the King can’t get away with being foolish when confronted with a fairy. To an adult reader it might seem that Alicia doesn’t hold out long enough before using the magic fishbone, but to a child, her ministrations to the household are quite extraordinary. Alicia’s eventual decision to use the magic fishbone is not a selfish one.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The real is whimsically mixed with the pretend in a way that only children accept without question.  The illustrations by S. Beatrice Pearse are wonderful- some are line drawings and some in full color. Dickens attributed the story to a seven-year-old, Miss Alice Rainbird, but common belief is that she was a literary device, not a real girl.

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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;Author info:&lt;/B&gt; Charles Dickens 1812-1870, is known for his novels that eloquently called for social reform without being political. He called upon detailed recollections of people and places from his life for many of the settings. Oliver Twist, David Copperfield, A Christmas Carol and other works are still highly acclaimed and read 150 years later, making him one of the truly classic authors. He is known for Gothic settings, intricate and odd characters, and ironic humor. His works are often satirized, because the characters are so easily turned into "cartoons."&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;


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&lt;BR&gt;quarterday- a quarterly payday
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&lt;BR&gt;Language skills 10
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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Date:&lt;/b&gt; 2009 
&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Setting:&lt;/b&gt; anywhere, in the present day
&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Availability:&lt;/b&gt; In the anthology &lt;A TARGET="_BLANK" HREF="http://twintrinitybooks.com/products.php?20"&gt;&lt;I&gt;Elements of the Soul&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;IMG ALIGN="RIGHT" WIDTH="200" HSPACE="10" VSPACE="10" SRC="http://www.sharkenterprises.biz/ShortReviews/KramerGeorge.jpg"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Story:&lt;/b&gt; Troy Spencer is awakened by a phone call from his estranged sister, Joan, with the news that their mother has suffered a heart attack and is in the hospital. Outside a storm is raging, with wind tearing small limbs from trees and the rain pelting down. At first it seems as if the sister is the one who is close to their mother, but we learn that Troy is really the one who was most like the older woman.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Their mother dies, and with her last breath makes Troy promise that he will attempt to reconcile with Joan. Skeptical of any positive outcome, but determined to try for his mother’s sake, after the funeral Troy suggests that Joan meet him at their childhood home to sort through their parent’s belongings.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Troy and Joan find some wine and share a bottle. Will the alcohol open up the siblings' emotions so that they can share their thoughts?



&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;Commentary:&lt;/B&gt; The story is told from Troy’s point of view, and we don’t get a glimpse of what is happening inside Joan until late in the story. Many people who have trouble getting along with relatives will probably relate to this story– wondering how the other person can act the way they do– and then coming to see things from a different perspective.
 
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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Born in Brooklyn, NY, Kramer was raised on Long Island. He currently resides in Indianapolis, Indiana with his wife and daughter.
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&lt;BR&gt;Language skills 5
&lt;BR&gt;Depth of meaning 6
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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Date:&lt;/b&gt; 1950  

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Setting:&lt;/b&gt; primarily New York, in the 1940s

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Availability:&lt;/b&gt; Read &lt;A TARGET="_BLANK" HREF="http://www.daily-pulp.com/literature/the-sojourner/"&gt;The Sojourner&lt;/A&gt; on line, free&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;

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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Story:&lt;/b&gt; John Ferris, the sojourner, has returned from Paris to the United States for his father’s funeral in Georgia. It is revealed in the first sentences of the story that he has been a world traveler, and his half-awake, half-asleep dreams may symbolize his inability to grasp real life.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;While waiting in New York, to catch a plane back to Europe, he happens to see his ex-wife, Elizabeth. He follows her for blocks, but can’t quite convince himself to approach her. He returns to his hotel, and impulsively calls Elizabeth. She invites him to dine that evening with her new husband and family; he accepts.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The evening is pleasant, but with moments of strain, politeness, and always that sense of unreality. Elizabeth plays the piano- reminding John of what he has lost, John speaks cautiously with Bill, her current husband. The most distressing moments come when their young son Billy learns that this stranger and his mother used to be married. He cannot accept this as a possible situation, and after being initially friendly with John, turns hostile when his outbursts result in being told that he can’t stay up to have cake for dessert.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;John tries to focus on his current love, Jeannine, and her son. He even portrays the relationship to Elizabeth and Bill as stable and that they are on the brink of marriage. The truth is that Jeannine is just one more woman in a sequence of loves since the divorce, and he doesn’t particularly like her son.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The story closes with a poignant scene, back in Paris, between John and Jeannine’s boy, Valentin. John reaches out in an attempt to create an actual relationship. 

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Commentary:&lt;/B&gt; The Sojourner seems to be descriptive of John Ferris both in a physical sense- he never stays in one place for long, and a psychological sense- he is unable to form lasting relationships.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;He was close to his father, but "Papa Ferris" is now dead. He has lost Elizabeth who haunts him; her music keeps coming back to him in inverted, minor motifs, always fragmented. He has lost a father, he has no wife, no son, no one to hold him in one place.  There is a sense that John always brings too little to a relationship, and that too late. The final sentence Valentin speaks is the essence of the problem: "Monsieur Jean, the guignol is now closed."


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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Unusual Words:&lt;/b&gt; 
&lt;BR&gt;The Tuileries-  gardens at the Louvre museum in Paris
&lt;BR&gt;guignol-  refers to a puppet theatre which is sometimes playing at the Tuileries

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;Rating:&lt;/B&gt;
&lt;BR&gt;Language skills 10
&lt;BR&gt;Depth of meaning 10
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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Date:&lt;/b&gt; 2009 
&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Setting:&lt;/b&gt; anywhere, in the present day
&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Availability:&lt;/b&gt; In the anthology &lt;A TARGET="_BLANK" HREF="http://twintrinitybooks.com/products.php?20"&gt;&lt;I&gt;Elements of the Soul&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;IMG ALIGN="RIGHT" WIDTH="200" HSPACE="10" VSPACE="10" SRC="http://www.sharkenterprises.biz/ShortReviews/BrielynJo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Story:&lt;/b&gt; Cassie, and her 10-year-old son Matt, are doing Christmas shopping with money Matt has earned shoveling snow. They don’t have very much to spend on the holiday, and Matt understands this, as much as a child can, but he really would like a brand new bicycle. 

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;To escape from crowds, and the difficult shopping decisions, they go to the park and make snow angels for an hour, simply enjoying each other and having fun. They are startled by a homeless woman who has been watching them, and also enjoying the angels they have made.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;We are well into the story before we realize that Matt’s father died in a house fire, and that Matt, himself, is badly scarred. Cassie hates the way that other people look at her son, since she is so grateful that he was spared, when she had first thought that both the boy and his father were dead.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The homeless woman, Rose, notices Mattie’s scars, but after a quick double-take just treats Matt normally. Matt loves Rose’s dog, and seems completely oblivious to the woman’s ragged clothes and layers of grime.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Rose encourages Cassie to tell her about the fire.


&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;Commentary:&lt;/B&gt; This story offers counterpoint and harmony on the various types of scars that people can carry. Mattie’s are physical, but Cassie and Rose have their own kinds of emotional scars to deal with.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Cassie looks normal, but is struggling with her immense losses at the young age of 25. Rose is philosophical about her lack of family, friends or material possessions, but she is shunned by most of society. Mattie is the most outwardly scarred, but seems least damaged in his soul. 

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The story is told mostly in the present tense.
 


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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;Rating:&lt;/B&gt;
&lt;BR&gt;Language skills 7
&lt;BR&gt;Depth of meaning 7
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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Date:&lt;/b&gt; 1924 

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Setting:&lt;/b&gt; Borneo, in the 1920's

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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Story:&lt;/b&gt; A British gentleman, Mr. Warburton, is in charge of an Outstation in the colony of Borneo. We learn that he is there because he tried to live a life rubbing elbows with the peerage in Britain, which was a little above his station. In so doing, he gambled a lot, and lost all his money. The standard solution to that problem, at that time, was to go to a distant colony. 

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;In Borneo, Mr. Warburton has managed to create a nice little slice of the world, very much to his liking. He gets along well with the natives, and although he is revealed to be a snob in many ways, he does not feel that way toward the Malays at all. 

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The story opens as his new assistant, a young Australian, Alan Cooper, arrives by boat. Mr. Warburton has misgivings before Cooper even arrives. He has been the only white man in the area for years, and he’s quite content with that situation. But he greets Cooper politely, recognizing that travel is a dirty business, shows him to his bungalow, and invites him to come to the main house for dinner.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Mr. Warburton dresses for dinner, as is his custom, in full British formal style. Cooper shows up in his dirty, casual clothes. The clash between these two men’s attitudes toward civilized life begins, and goes downhill from that point.  Cooper does not respect the natives at all and does not want to listen to Warburton’s recommendations of how to get good work from them. Cooper reads Warburton's newspapers, enraging the Brit, and finally calls Warburton “a snob” to his face, which is just the final straw. 

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;Commentary:&lt;/B&gt; This is a realistic tale where there is no clear hero and villain. Each of the men has good qualities and serious failings. Warburton represents everything that is both bad and good about the British Empire of the 19th Century. Although he tends to think that he is better than most other white men, Warburton does not think of other races as inferior. Cooper represents the brash, new attitude toward life where no class of persons is better than another. But he is clearly racist, and treats the Malays as little more than slaves.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The inability of these two men to come to any sort of compromise leads to a self-imposed isolation from each other, at this outstation, where they should be looking for ways to find things they have in common. Once each has thoroughly offended the other, there is no way to extricate themselves from a descending spiral of attitudes and actions that leads to the tragic conclusion.


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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Although his guardians had many ideas of an appropriate career for him, Maugham desperately wanted to be a writer. He did complete medical school, but soon thereafter, concentrated on writing. By 1914 he was already famous as an author.&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;


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&lt;BR&gt;prahu- a double-hulled sailing boat
&lt;BR&gt;topee- a pith helmet
&lt;BR&gt;Dyak- natives from the interior of Borneo, sometimes headhunters
&lt;BR&gt;songkok- a hat similar to a fez

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;Rating:&lt;/B&gt;
&lt;BR&gt;Language skills 10
&lt;BR&gt;Depth of meaning 10
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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Date:&lt;/b&gt; present 

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Setting:&lt;/b&gt; some port town

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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Story:&lt;/b&gt; Carl tells this story in the first person. He and his girlfriend, Sara, have just visited the fortune teller at the local fair.  Sara always thinks it's great fun to have a fortune read, and has pressed Carl into trying it. He leaves the tent feeling very disturbed, having received the foretelling of a disastrous future. Although he doesn't believe in such things, he's clearly worried.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Some time later, when Sara leaves him, he recalls the first part of the prophecy. Events in his life continue to unfold in a way that could be either a fulfillment, or simply coincidental. Carl is concerned that the prophecy is becoming self-fulfilling. He sets about to guard against the final portion of the prediction, which is not revealed to the reader until near the end of the story. Can he succeed in preventing the disaster, or is he doomed?

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Commentary:&lt;/b&gt;"Unfortunate" explores the mysterious question of why things happen to us. Do we bring them on ourselves, or are we controlled by some external fate, which can be known and foretold by seers?  Does the mere power of suggestion force us into paths which inevitably lead to the events?

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;By telling the story in the first person, Sharum guides the reader on a journey through Carl's thought processes, as he considers these possibilities for his own situation. 


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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;i&gt;Consequences&lt;/I&gt; is available as a paperback, or in ebook format.&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;Rating:&lt;/B&gt;
&lt;BR&gt;Language skills 5
&lt;BR&gt;Depth of meaning 5
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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Date:&lt;/b&gt; 1924 

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Setting:&lt;/b&gt; New York and environs in the 1920s

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Availability:&lt;/b&gt; in various collections, see link below&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;

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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Story:&lt;/b&gt; Ben Drake is a well-known writer of scores for musical comedies. He is a man who knows what he likes in terms of comfort, but he has trouble standing up to people who have differing ideas. When at home he can have “a decent light for reading in bed,... coffee, any time... “, etc. However, as celebrities, he and his wife are always being invited to people’s homes. Ben can tolerate dinner and bridge, but hates to stay overnight. 

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;In fact, he is often so annoyed at the small impositions of staying at someone else’s home that he has devised a series of fake telegrams to be sent to him. His secretary wires one, 24 hours after he leaves for any visit, which contains some emergency message having to do with the current show. Ben can choose whether to ignore the telegram, or use it as an excuse to leave post-haste.  After several stays at less-than-satisfactory homes, he decides to go on no more extended visits.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Then Ben and his wife make the acquaintance of the Thayers. Much to their surprise, they like this couple quite a lot, and accept an invitation to spend a week at their home, just after the opening of a play. The promise is that the Drakes can use their guest room, named “Liberty Hall,” and won’t be bothered by anyone at all. They decide to go.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Immediately, Mrs. Thayer begins insisting on having things done in a certain way to please Drake.  While sounding like the perfect hostess, she is actually a tyrant. He likes his coffee black. She insists that he will love their fresh cream, and forces it on him. She takes away his favorite brand of cigarette, and insists that he will enjoy their more expensive brand better. This basic scene continues through a long litany of kindnesses. Mr. Thayer takes Drake on a tour of the shrubbery, believing that he will enjoy his walks more if he understands the botany. Finally, when Ben wants to use the piano to reinforce a tune he just thought up, Mrs. Thayer refuses to let him, because she says he’s trying to be polite and play for them. The examples go on and on. Drake just wants to be left alone, but seems powerless to exert his will beyond a vague mention of discomfort at the beginning of each incident.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Even his emergency extraction ploy fails him when the indomitable Mrs. Thayer intercepts the telegram. How can he escape from Liberty Hall?

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Commentary:&lt;/b&gt;The story is told by Drake's wife in a conversational tone, with run-on sentences, and little asides. We are drawn in, as if we are being let in on a great, personal bit of humorous family gossip.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The story is funny on many levels. We’ve all suffered from too much “kindness” by those who think they know what we want, better than we do. Irony is at play in both the title “Liberty Hall” (yet they find no liberty there), and when we learn that Ben is a member of the “Lamb’s Club.”  The sheer repetition of the various ways in which Mrs. Thayer manages to torment Ben will almost bring on the giggles. 


&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;On a deeper level, "Liberty Hall" explores class structure, and tyranny. Although the Drakes are famous and the Thayers are just admirers, the Thayers hold the upper hand because Ben seems unable to assert himself enough to insist on simple things which give him great pleasure. He’d rather run away and hide than act in a way which might be construed as impolite. 

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Written in the 1920s, the story is probably also poking fun at the concept of it being a man’s world, and yet women control men in so many ways.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Memorable quotes: &lt;/B&gt;"I really believe he would prefer to spend a week in the death house in Sing Sing than in somebody else’s house."

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&lt;BR&gt;Language skills 10
&lt;BR&gt;Depth of meaning 10
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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Date:&lt;/b&gt; 2009 
&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Setting:&lt;/b&gt; anywhere, in the present day
&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Availability:&lt;/b&gt; In the anthology &lt;A TARGET="_BLANK" HREF="http://twintrinitybooks.com/products.php?20"&gt;&lt;I&gt;Elements of the Soul&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;IMG ALIGN="RIGHT" WIDTH="200" HSPACE="10" VSPACE="10" SRC="http://www.sharkenterprises.biz/ShortReviews/MaddoxLindsay.jpg"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Story:&lt;/b&gt; This tale follows the parallel stories of a college girl named Sara and another young woman named Lauren. Both have just found out that they are pregnant, but their reactions to this situation are completely different.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Sara is devastated, but Lauren and her husband have been trying hard to have a baby for years. They have previously lost three babies through miscarriage. This new pregnancy is a another chance, yet they are wary of becoming too hopeful of the outcome. The story line alternates between the lives of the two women, and eventually they become intertwined.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;Commentary:&lt;/B&gt; The emotions of the two women are the key element of the action. Anyone who has ever wanted a baby will identify with this story. Themes are maternal love, and making good choices. I don't believe there are any secondary meanings in Love &amp; Loss. It's a straightforward read, with a bit of a twist on situations that are all too common in our society where some women want a child desperately, while others prefer a career path. 


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&lt;BR&gt;Language skills 7
&lt;BR&gt;Depth of meaning 7
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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Date:&lt;/b&gt; 1929  

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Setting:&lt;/b&gt; Mexico during the revolution of the 1910's
&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Availability:&lt;/b&gt; in various collections, see link below&lt;/TD&gt;

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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Story:&lt;/b&gt; Laura is a young woman living in Mexico during the Mexican Revolution. She is beautiful but reserved. Some feel that she is haughty, others that she is pure, or cold. Her tasks include running messages for the revolution including taking drugs to political prisoners.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;This is not an action story, but rather a journey inside the thoughts of Laura. She is being courted by Braggioni, a leader of the revolution, yet he has a wife whom he treats rudely. Braggioni comes to her house to sing to her each evening. His singing, appearance, and actions repulse Laura, but she is afraid to antagonize him. Through her thoughts we learn of her dedication for the revolution, and of the many men who would like to ravish her. A young man comes and sings at her window each night, and follows her through the streets. Her reputation, however, is that she always says “no,” and maintains her virginity.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;We learn that she teaches English to children, and outwardly supports the revolution. However, she yields to a desire to return to pray in church, secretly hoping that she is not caught. She remains “holy” by returning always to the word “no.”  She also rebels against the worker ideal of the revolution by preferring hand-made lace on her collars.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Braggioni warns her of a coming conflict between the revolution and the church and makes her load his pistol for use on that fateful day.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;She tells him of young Eugenio who has chosen to overdose on the drugs she has delivered and to die in prison. Braggioni replies that Eugenio is of no consequence, and that he is a fool.  But Laura is apparently secretly in love with Eugenio.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;This is a complex and confusing story of external and internal conflict. Much has been written about what “Flowering Judas” means. It is often used as an outstanding example of symbolism. Yet, it’s not always clear just what the message is meant to be. 

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Certainly there is the conflict of the political purity of the revolution with the rigidity of the Church. Yet the Church stands for personal purity which the leaders of the revolution seem to completely lack. Laura feels the pull of all these forces within her, and tries to ignore committing herself by remaining aloof, and a virgin from genuine involvement. Then, she is confronted in a dream, at the conclusion, with her own evil. Will she embrace the holiness of Christ (the Eucharist) or accept the body and blood of Judas?


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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Unusual Words:&lt;/b&gt; 
&lt;BR&gt;corridos- ballads

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Memorable quotes:&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;BR&gt;"One woman is really as good as another for me, in the dark. I prefer them all." (Braggioni)

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;Rating:&lt;/B&gt;
&lt;BR&gt;Language skills 10
&lt;BR&gt;Depth of meaning 10
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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Date:&lt;/b&gt; 2010
&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Setting:&lt;/b&gt; The present, some U.S. city
&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Availability:&lt;/b&gt; In the anthology &lt;A TARGET="_BLANK" HREF="http://twintrinitybooks.com/products.php?20"&gt;&lt;I&gt;Elements of the Soul&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;
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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Story:&lt;/b&gt;A woman named Mary is holed up in an apartment building after some major catastrophe has occurred. She and her neighbor, Frank, are attempting to keep the threat from getting to them. A younger man, Mike, stops by. Although Mary can hardly tolerate Mike, she tries to be civil, since he is also one of the survivors.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Mary's husband, Jack, seems to be missing. But where is he?



&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I have to confess that I'm really ignorant of this genre, and did not ever realize that this was a tale about zombies. Therefore, I suspect that any comments I might make are meaningless. The story was creepy; in that it was definitely successful. If you are a zombie fan, this is sure to please.


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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;Rating:&lt;/B&gt;
&lt;BR&gt;Language skills 5
&lt;BR&gt;Depth of meaning 4
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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Date:&lt;/b&gt; 1950  

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Setting:&lt;/b&gt; Boston, 1950
&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Availability:&lt;/b&gt; in various collections, see link below&lt;/TD&gt;

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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Story:&lt;/b&gt; A young man, Michael Lowes, is perhaps a bit too convinced of his own importance. He doesn't like it that his wife expects him to work hard, pay the bills, and pay attention to her. As is his custom he ignores his wife and goes for an evening of fun with his friends. During their game of cards they discuss why people should bother to control their impulses to do certain things. If you like a pretty girl, why not kiss her? If you want something, why not just take it? After their evening of fun, with a bit too much alcohol in his system, Michael decides to put their theory to the test. He slips a nice shaving kit off the counter of a drugstore into his pocket. His inexperience at thievery quickly lands him at the police station.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;He tells them its all a joke, a simple experiment. All they have to do is call his friends or his wife, and they will vouch for him. Will they?

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;This story has a message for all of us. We've all thought that we work too hard for too little. We've all felt that our families were just too demanding. We've all wondered why we can't just have the things we want. Although we usually realize that to follow our impulses to work less, or take whatever we believe we deserve, will lead to destruction, this story points out how close to the moral edge we may each be. 

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&lt;BR&gt;Language skills 9
&lt;BR&gt;Depth of meaning 9
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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Date:&lt;/b&gt; 2010
&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Setting:&lt;/b&gt; The present, near Nevada City, CA
&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Availability:&lt;/b&gt; In the anthology &lt;A TARGET="_BLANK" HREF="http://twintrinitybooks.com/products.php?20"&gt;&lt;I&gt;Elements of the Soul&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;
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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Story:&lt;/b&gt; A young woman, Heather, has agreed to care for some of a friend's horses. Her friend, Sharon, is attending a horse show, with part of her stable. It is an oppressively hot and dry summer. When Heather and another friend, Christine, head toward the ranch to do the chores they realize that there is a fire burning in the general direction of the ranch. The closer they get, the more they realize that the fire is really close, and the horses will have to be evacuated.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;With information from the local radio station, Heather learns that animals are being taken to the fairgrounds, but it is 10 miles from the ranch, there are four horses to move, and Sharon has the horse trailer with her. She knows that somehow she must lead the animals to safety. Christine tries to find a trailer to come pick up the Heather and the animals, while Heather tries to beat the fire as it comes over the ridge toward the road.



&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Commentary:&lt;/b&gt;Walker knows horses, and this is not a wild ride to safety such as you might see in a B movie. There is real tension as Heather tries to get the group of horses to cooperate and be led together. She is forced to ride one of them bareback, which becomes very uncomfortable for both her and the old horse, Bella. Heather has a real love for Bella, as she learned to ride on her, when they both were younger. Will they beat the fire?

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;This is a straightforward story of suspense with "man" against nature. There are sub-themes of friendship, loyalty, and honoring of promises. 



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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Date:&lt;/b&gt; 1939  
&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Setting:&lt;/b&gt; The south, just after the Civil War
&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Availability:&lt;/b&gt; Read &lt;A TARGET="_BLANK" HREF="http://www.rajuabju.com/literature/barnburning.htm"&gt;Barn Burning&lt;/A&gt; on line, free&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;
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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Story:&lt;/b&gt; The 10-year-old Colonel Sartoris Snopes (Sarty) is called to testify before a local Justice as to whether his father had actually burned down their employer's barn. He is saved from testifying by the accuser's realization that a boy should not be asked to testify against his father. There is not enough evidence to convict his father, but once again, they are forced to move. 

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The boy is both an observer of, and integral part of this poor family. His father and mother, an aunt, stolid older brother, and lazy, bovine twin sisters are loaded into the wagon with all of their belongings. In four days time they have settled into another dilapidated house, working the ground for a rich landlord. The boy's father, perhaps on purpose, tracks horse manure across the owner's French carpet, and the carpet is brought to their poor home to be cleaned. In their ignorance, the carpet is ruined, and the father's resentment of those who have more once again boils to the surface. 

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Sarty knows he must choose his path for life. He is bound inexplicably by blood to be loyal to this family, yet there is a spark within him that knows right from wrong. He feels powerless to follow that urging.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Faulkner has a way of putting you both inside the head of the main character and maintaining narrative distance at the same time. In this story the perspective is the boy's, but the distance is created by occasionally telling the reader what the boy would think about this situation later, as an adult. And yet, he does not telegraph which decision the boy is going to make until the end of the story.

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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Unusual Words:&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;BR&gt;quiring- like a choir, a chorus of voices
&lt;BR&gt;hame and logger-head- parts of a collar and harness for draft animals

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;Rating:&lt;/B&gt;
&lt;BR&gt;Language skills 10
&lt;BR&gt;Depth of meaning 10
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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Date:&lt;/b&gt; 2010 
&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Setting:&lt;/b&gt; an un-named city (possibly Detroit) in the present day
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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Story:&lt;/b&gt; A young woman, Carrie, lives alone except for Jasper, a retired police dog. The dog was given to her by her Uncle Chuck, retired from the sheriff's department. Chuck has encouraged Carrie to always be alert to things which happen around her. He has also advised her to never date a cop.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Early one morning she sees a man unloading bags of trash into the dumpster at her apartment complex. Jasper seems unusually agitated at this activity, and the man himself seems suspicious, wearing gloves and a cap on a stifling hot day. Unfortunately, when Jasper barks, the man also sees Carrie. She decides to go take a look after the man leaves, and discovers body parts. Of course, she is dating a young policeman, and she calls him first, instead of calling 911 which leads to her being treated with suspicion.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Commentary:&lt;/b&gt;This story is completely believable. Gunnin's portrayal of the dog rings true. I've known several well-trained German Shepherds, and Jasper's actions throughout the story are consistent with everything I know. For anyone who lives in a city, this story is a nightmare come true.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;This is not only satisfying, but is refreshing in that the story does not force the idea of the completely independent female who needs no help, or a man who has to be in charge. The dog's participation makes sense; it's not a Rin-Tin-Tin fantasy.

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&lt;BR&gt;Language skills 8
&lt;BR&gt;Depth of meaning 6
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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Date:&lt;/b&gt; 1908  (earlier version for youth published 1902)
&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Setting:&lt;/b&gt; The Yukon in the late 1800s
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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Story:&lt;/b&gt; A lone man and a dog are traveling on foot through the Yukon winter to reach another camp. The story takes place all on one day. He stops for lunch and builds a fire to warm himself as he eats. As he continues on he must avoid stepping through soft spots on the Yukon Trail under which springs still bubble with running water. The man is not as knowledgeable as he should be about the effects of sub-zero weather. He attempts to be careful, but his inexperience becomes a problem. The dog, although a companion, has been tamed by force not kindness, and sees the man only as a source of food and warmth, not as someone to whom he would be faithful.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;This is a classic tale of the brutality of the northland, and man's attempt to conquer that environment. 

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I chose to review this well-known story first, because it is one of my all-time favorites. While most people probably interact with this story as though it were a foreign environment, one to which they have trouble relating, this story really grabbed me. As a person who was always more at home outdoors, easily building fires, and scoffing at the elements, "To Build a Fire" jolted me to my core when I first read it in 9th grade. Here was a grown man, dressed appropriately for the weather, being somewhat careful, and yet making fateful mistakes. Perhaps I wasn't quite as invincible as I thought I was, and I vowed to become an even better outdoorswoman.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=sharksshortstories-20&amp;o=1&amp;p=8&amp;l=bpl&amp;asins=037575251X&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=000000&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr" style="align:left;padding-top:5px;width:131px;height:245px;padding-right:10px;"align="left" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;London was an acknowledged master at tales of the far north, and his understanding of dogs. His best known novels are &lt;I&gt;Call of the Wild&lt;/I&gt; and &lt;I&gt;White Fang&lt;/I&gt;. He brought home to readers, seated near their warm fires, compelling tales of prospectors and hunters from the Yukon. With an economy of words he painted pictures of landscapes, weather, and the place of humans and animals within that framework. Many authors become forever linked to certain settings which are foreign to their readers. For the Yukon, those authors are surely Jack London, and Robert Service (poet).

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;b&gt;Unusual Words:&lt;/b&gt; 
&lt;BR&gt;chechaquo- a tenderfoot- one who had not yet spent a winter in the Yukon
&lt;BR&gt;niggerhead- a tussock of grass that becomes more humped up each year until it becomes like a small island which shows above the snow

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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I remember being shocked at the unforgiving nature of the Arctic environment. How could spit crack as soon as it hit the air? Then I was shocked at the stupidity of the man to build his fire beneath a tree loaded with snow. I was not yet knowledgeable about the effects of hypothermia on one's mental acuity.



&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The brutal ending, in which the man accepts his defeat, and is forsaken even by the dog, is a symbol of how ineffectual human efforts are against the forces of such a climate. It also demonstrates how alone each of us is in death.

&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;Rating:&lt;/B&gt;
&lt;BR&gt;Language skills 9
&lt;BR&gt;Depth of meaning 8
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