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The Littlest Hitler - Stories

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I'd never heard of this guy and almost didn't pick up the book due to its awkward cover, but boy was I glad I did. Boudinot has written some of the most entertaining short fiction I've come across in quite a while. This isn't your pitch-perfect Raymond Carver, John Cheever stuff, nor is it unreadable experimentalist riffing. Rather, this is somewhat skewed, oddball storytelling that gets a little nerdy without ever getting too precious or angsty or anything like that. I guess the closest comparison I would make in tone is to some of music writer Chuck Klosterman's better essays.

About half of the stories occupy a fairly realistic everyday American landscape -- albeit one in which very strange things happen. A good sense of the collection's tone can be found in the title story, in which a 9-year-old boy with a clueless single father is inspired by too much History Channel to dress up as Hitler for Halloween. Maligned by adults and classmates (including the class belle, who is costumed as Anne Frank), he struggles to understand what the fuss about his outfit is since, as he puts it, Hitler was "a really, really mean guy", and therefore, perfectly suitable as a Halloween monster. The story ends with a bang on the last line, as does the following one, "On Sex and Relationships." This story satirizes a pair of wealthy Seattle dot-com yuppie couples whose friendship has drifted a little over the course of a year. Boudinot effortlessly creates a millennial-era"Big Chill" vibe and again ends things with a killer last line. "The Flautist" follows a flute player who works for a factory studio operation and plays a flute owned by Ian Anderson of Jethro Tull fame. It starts with a great first line ("I can really bust **** out on a flute.") and goes on to describe an atypical day in his life. Perhaps the strongest story is "So Litttle Time", about a trio of boys who work as field laborers one summer in order to save up money to go to a Dr. Who convention. One of them is trailer-park poor, which leads to some interesting situations and a vivid ending.

Other stories are set in a world very much like our own, but with crucial fabulist twists, many of which involve some seriously dark humor and violence. For example, "Bee Beard", is a pretty straightforward deadpan office farce driven by the conceit that a woman come to work draped with a beard of live bees. The two parts of "Blood Relatives" are Tales From The Crypt-like takes on classic American suburban parents. Without spoiling the surprise and fun, I'll just say that the key word in the title is "blood"... The story "Containment" would be a straightforward portrait of blue-collar workers at a frozen food factory were it not for the fact that one of the workers is a zombie. The premise of "Civilization" is that some teenagers are selected to kill their parents in order to maintain population control, and the story takes us through one such selectee's pregame jitters. "The Sales Team" is, as the first paragraph puts it: "what I'm about to tell you is a carbon copy of [Glengarry Glen Ross], so if you've seen it there's probably not that much new here for you, except that in Glengarry Glen Ross there's no attempted rape."

The stories are about 10-15 pages each, with the exception of "Absolute Boudinot", a page and a half throwaway piece. For the most part, the writing is crisp, readable, and compelling. Which is not to say the book is perfect (very few story collections are top to bottom flawless), three of the stories failed to lead me anywhere satisfying. The protagonist of "Drugs and Toys" is the proud proprietor of a family-owned drug store, and a seeming community fixture. However as the story unfolds, a sense of unease and creepiness starts to seep in, but the story lacks any kind of punchline. "Written by Machines" follows a programmer at a Seattle dot-com who becomes obsessed with an ex-colleague's amazing software code, and just kind of trails off. "Newholly" is a familiar story about a gentrifying dude who's trying to live out his liberal ideals in a mixed-income neighborhood. The conflict comes with his struggle over what to do about his child-beating Somali immigrant neighbor.

Tempting as it might be, this is not a collection to race through greedily. Rather, it's to be savored and rationed, because when it's over, there is no more. The humor ranges from laugh-out-loud to grim, and through the subject matter can be quite outrageous, Boudinot is always firmly in control of every line. This is one I'll be rereading for years to come and I look forward to his next book.

Ryan Boudinot has a fairly interesting satirical view of American culture, but his stories just don't go anywhere that's truly enlightening. Much of Boudinot's official promotion states that his works are "surreal," but I'm not so sure that term is being used correctly. Boudinot makes frequent use of surprise twists and (the literary form of) absurdity, but many of these storytelling tricks amount to implausible weirdness rather than thematic insight. One example of actual surrealism found here is "Bee Beard," in which an office worker observes Bring Your Pet to Work Day with a beard of bees, which then leads to funny consequences for the other characters. But most of the stories here feature the less successful use of surrealism, such as "Blood Relatives," in which nuclear families partaking of the typical American meal turn out to be cannibals. Such abrupt twists in Boudinot's stories are merely awkward surprises for the reader, rather than surreal enlightenment. Meanwhile, most of the stories here are quite enjoyable at the start, but except for the truly heartbreaking "So Little Time" (the only fully believable entry in this book), Boudinot just doesn't know how to effectively end a story. Leaving multiple character developments and thematic statements up in the air might be deemed clever by other writers, but readers will find the practice unsatisfying at best. You'll surely get some chuckles out of these stories, and you may even commend Boudinot for his unique outlook. But these stories are mostly vague, inconclusive, and unsuccessful exercises in social commentary. [~doomsdayer520~]

Actually, I don't "love" this collection, but I don't love my mother either: I just like her a lot. Boudinot's unique because of his content: it's odd and funny and all his own. The title story stands out--I've read it at least a dozen times over the years and still laugh at the scene--SPOILER--where the narrator, dressed up for Halloween as Hitler, does the Nazi salute when his teacher calls his name for attendance.

Funny, odd, and never pretentious, I would buy this book again if a Neo-Nazi stole it from me on the bus.

I had to read the story about the little boy going to school dressed as Hitler. What an amazingly why-didn't-I-think-of-that story!

I bought this book for cheap, and to be fair- I feel I got a good deal. Boudinot has a knack for suprise twists in stories, some of them fantastic, others not so much. However, his main fault is that each story ONLY has a twist. There's no plot, no real issue for the characters in the story. We see the day-to-day doings of people in a bizarro world, and that's about the gist of it for each story. So, as another reviewer mentioned, at the end of most tales in this book, you're left simply saying, "What?".

I do appreciate his ability to write dialogue, and his relations between characters are fairly realistic (or as real as possible in these twisted misadventures). Hopefully, the author will write another book-but one that shows his stories evolving and having more plot to them. I think he does have the potential to do big things in the literary world, he just needs to give his stories some purpose.

This book contains some very original stories like a serial killer going to his son's elementary school to explain what he does for a living or an 18-year-old getting a letter from Uncle Sam saying he has to murder his parents. My only complaint is that some stories don't take the premise far enough. For example, in the title story a child dresses up as Hitler on Halloween. Instead of following through, the author has the child feel guilty and take off the costume. But all in all these were entertaining stories. I look forward to seeing more.

Ryan Boudinot writes so well in The Littlest Hitler that you often forget you're being taken for a satirical ride. Robin Williams with a Shakespearean Troupe. Olivier with pig bladder. Theodore Dreiser with a fake arrow through his head. Camus and Costello. You get the point by now. I would give it five stars but that would only incite the prissy among us to try to find fault. Of which there is precious little in this fantastic book.

I attended a reading by the author and was honored to receive a complimentary copy of this book. And out of gratitude, I read through it entirely... even when the first few stories failed to win me over.

I tried to like this book, I really did. But in the end, I'd say I got about two stars of enjoyment from it, and I granted the third star out of respect for the author, the originality of the work, and my suspicion that perhaps there's just something special about the book I don't quite grok.

But where I hoped to find charm and wit, I instead found bleakness and oddness... both seemingly affected rather than genuine or offhand. Oddness, really, just for the sake of being offbeat.

Was there something particularly funny about the undead dead man that I missed? Something especially witty or clever about there being a canibalistic family in middle America? It's possible, certainly, and I await (and will respect) a later review lightly chiding me for missing some great profoundness, some hilarious subtexts that just flew over my head. So be it.

But if I had to give this book colors, it'd be gray... very, very gray with blood red streaks. All the way through. I wanted a break... not only overall when reading a book for pleasure... but even from story to story. Some more demonstrations of kindness, of normal and good human spirits, of sanity, some colors of yellow and lush green.

Maybe I was just hoping for something this book never promised to be, never aspired to be. Some might argue that the title in itself should have given me fair warning.

But I enjoy quirkiness, stepping outside the normal, even dark humor. It's all about balance, however, and that's one of the core things this book lacked.

I am working on the 7th story from this book, which I couldn't put it down at all today. After reading some of the bad reviews of this book, I decided to add my two cents. This book is for free thinkers that can grasp a witty weirdo grip on this pseudo-reality marvel. I think there's a small part of me that can actually see some of these things happening, especially with such an uncertain future and shaky time right now. I was shocked by a few of the stories and the twist that ran through them and I thought to myself, what type of person could think of such absurd stories and be able to produce a book out of them? Maybe he's a little mad or insane but some of the best writers were also insane. This is a great easy read that takes you way out of your element and great for free thinkers and semi-conspiracy theorist. I recommend this book for anyone who wants to escape reality.

Although I've never heard of the writer or his book, I purchased this for the simple reason that I loved the name of the book. Note to self: Never do that again. All the short stories were flat - even the Hitler story, which had a good premise (his dad dresses him up as Hitler for Halloween, only to be outdone by the "popular girl," who came as Anne Frank). ... Waste of money and time.