Karen Brennan

Karen Brennan's stories burrow into the subconscious. I could read them again and again to comtemplate the surroundings, where they take me. I wonder from where she draws such imaginative talent. She spins stories with such wizardy of detail and dimension, yet they incorporate the elements of theme and tone in the manner of classical literature. I feel as one travels beside or past the characters, one gets a real sense of corporeal passage. At times life changing feelings of loss can be felt like immediate, but then they will be masked, overlapped or lost in furthur developments. The respective stories are also interwoven this way throughout the book.… (meer)

This writing is very controlled, very lovely, very fine. There isn't a lot of warbling excess -- it's carefully honed. It reads like poetry, lots of it, and I'm not surprised to find that Karen Brennan is also a poet. Reading these very short short stories, where often what's central is an image, or a situation, or an idea, and not a plot exactly, I'm thinking of this analogy: Handling good writing, like this, good images and interesting phrases and bright language, is like handling a lap full of sparkly jewels. It's pleasurable. Maybe poems are like the loose jewels, unset, just rolling around. Maybe short stories are like the jewels strung onto a wire, that you can wear, but with no interstitial weave or anything, just a sequencing. Maybe novels (I could be wrong, maybe they are nothing like this) are like a beaded garment, where you not only have the pretty gems, but you have to arrange them over a space, and it can't be too crowded or too sparse, and you have to also create the fabric between them, and make sure that fits, and that the seams are hidden. These stories, all beautiful in themselves, are each a structured, faceted product. I carry them off in my memory as separate things. This writing, here in this book, is gifted and at times genius, and it is not hard to read. It's pure pleasure.… (meer)