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A twisted story with a real tail, September 14, 2009
This review is from: The Girl With Brown Fur: Tales and Stories (Paperback)
(This is my review for The Girl with Brown Fur on Goodreads and was first posted here--[...])
I was really amazed by this book. I think it is important, urgent, necessary, real, and twisted.
When I started reading these "stories and tales" I was also reading Forces of Imagination by Barbara Guest. In Guest's essay "Why They Are Called Tales" my reading of Levine and Guest intertwined.
Here is Guest in "Why They Are Called Tales"--
Tales are stories about stories; they are brought to us from memory and arrive with often an antique finish; they are also arrived from the deep unconscious of a country or place. Tales may be a residue from childhood. They lived in a more dimensional world than a story that is a reportage, or a story that is about something, or that is current in the world of reporting. I believe that a Tale has more magic than a story. It breathes within a separate world of memory or desire. Its remoteness from the center of things is what is endearing about a Tale and it doesn't tell the truth about itself; it tells us what it dreams about. And remember that a Tale arises from the imagination, and this is what makes a Tale live in another dimension.
So from this other dimension we advance the Tale into our dimension, which means the Tale has been on a long trip when it arrives on the page; this means the Tale can be called more dimensional than a story. Which is not to denigrate the story but to say that the Tale has a twist attached to it; so it is a twisted story with a real tail [33].
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Probably my favorite from The Girl With Brown Fur is "The World of Barry." It deserves your attention.
Rhubarb is Susan (Simon DeDeo) has a brief review of "The World of Barry" on his blog:
"Stacey's work is billed as a 'story', but I'm going to issue an access card to the poetic avant garde because basically the prose-fiction of the contemporary moment is so broadly dire, unexamined, cacophanated by the unexamined-I that she may require refugee status with us." (Simon DeDeo at his blog, Rhubarb is Susan, [...].)
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Discerning "Uppsala", June 28, 2011
The stories and tales in Stacey Levine's "The Girl with Brown Fur" give voice to atmospheres that
exist and persist, but are difficult to get to know in any sort of tangible way.
"Uppsala," the first such experience in her book, invites one in to an atmosphere of
family dreadfulness on the way to a destination informed by snow that falls like
a white mind circulating through and around the impossible tensions and dreads
the family traverses like a well woven web. This continues upon arriving.
It is both relief and homecoming to have this territory named and etched in compelling images,
dialogue, and exposition I've always known, heard, and read somewhere somehow, but never
discerned until this story, one I read and read again with shocked amazement and gratitude.
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Self as an Exercise, June 21, 2011
The perennial self that takes us from year to year is quite evident in this volume of tales. At its heart a tale is an undercurrent that parallels the storyline, informing it with double meaning naturally and with a strong subtlety (yes you can be strong and subtle in the same pen stroke). It takes a particularly attuned talent to make it real. Author Stacey Levine lacks such a talent. The self mentioned above quite contaminates her characters, each a thinly veiled reflection of the author, her quirks are theirs and quite tiredly the reader reads on. "Uppsala" is a horrid portrait of the family dismal, a la mode, her "The Cats" is relentlessly ordinary in its attempt to be "anti-ordinary" and the entirety of Levine's prose is reaching and consistently banal. Oh, right, I don't recommend the book. Chris Roberts
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