| Best American Fantasy 2008 | ||||||||
| edited by Ann & Jeff Vandermeer | ||||||||
| Prime, 336 pages | ||||||||
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A review by Paul Kincaid
One thing certainly is distinctive: the range of publications in which these stories first appeared. The usual
genre suspects are barely represented here, one tale comes from Weird Tales, one from the Wizards
anthology, one from F&SF, one from Asimov's and two from Eclipse. The places
we would normally turn for our fantasy stories don't get much of a look-in.
Instead we have stories from Mississippi Review and Harper's and McSweeney's
and Barrelhouse, and two apiece from Cincinnati Review and Conjunctions
and Tin House. That's a wider range of magazines that publish short fiction, let alone magazines
that are open to the fantastic, than you are likely to find anywhere else.
Whether this indicates a peculiarly American hunger for short fiction or is just a consequence of the size and
distribution of the American population, I don't know (I suspect the latter). But since all of these outlets are
happy to take contributions from non-American authors, I wouldn't read too much about any distinctive characteristic
of American fiction into this.
However, one thing I would note, and applaud, about this selection is that the wide range of sources challenges
our notions of fantasy. This collection takes us far away from the standard tropes of wily magicians and
mighty-thewed heroes and young boys destined to become king and the like. Only one story contains any of the
trappings of goddesses and dark lords, Kage Baker's superb "The Ruby Incomparable," which neatly subverts the
genre: the eldest daughter of a goddess and a dark lord refuses to follow in the footsteps of either of her
parents, instead preferring self-fulfilment, education, the love of a mortal and the joys of motherhood. The
ending may be sentimental, but the story is a delight.
But away from the familiar, the comforting and the clichéd, we get a range of fantasy that includes the
absurd ("The Revisionist" by Miranda Mellis, in which catastrophe becomes a sequence of illogical and illusory
events: "The made-up events were sometimes more believable than actual events. The actual events were often
difficult to believe"; "Minus, His Heart" by Jedediah Berry, which proceeds with all the logic and the consequence
of a bad dream); the parable ("Bufo Rex" by Erik Amundsen, in which we see fairy tales involving frogs from
the point of view of the vengeful frog; "Mario's Three Lives" by Matt Bell, in which we see a computer game
from the point of view of a Mario brother); the over-extended metaphor ("In the Middle of the Woods" by Christian
Moody, in which a family's failures to communicate come out in the boy going to war against his father's
mechanical constructs; "The Drowned Life" by Jeffrey Ford, in which the image of drowning in debt is literalised
to a stultifying degree); the over-elaborate joke ("Story with Advice II: Back from the Dead" by Rick Moody,
in which a newspaper columnist continues to answer letters from readers from beyond the grave). These are not
necessarily good stories, certainly I wouldn't be inclined to include any of these four in a collection
labelled "best" and I thought both the Berry and the Ford were particularly weak, but they are all interesting,
if only in the light they cast upon what is available to us within the fantastic.
Not that these approaches to fantasy are necessarily distinct from the more familiar reaches of the genre. There
are elements of the absurd in much of the work of Kelly Link, for instance, as in her story here, "Light," which
contains an unholy mixture of slackers and pocket universes that never quite makes sense and yet that still works
as a story. There are elements of the parable in one of the best stories gathered here, "Ave Maria" by Micaela
Morrissette, in which the perennial figure of the wild child is refigured as someone who has taken on the
attributes of a bird, but what makes this story work so well is the way it is used to cast a cynical eye
upon the "benefits"
of civilisation. And the over-elaborate joke surely applies to the very best story in this collection, "The Last
and Only, or, Mr Moscowitz Becomes French" by Peter S. Beagle. This elegant tale, which only gets better on each
re-reading, tells of a middle-aged American who becomes French, indeed he becomes more French than the French; but
what really makes this rather jokey premise work is that the real focus is on his loyal, patient, beautifully
characterised wife.
None of this, of course, is particularly American, though there does seem to be a whisper of something in Beagle's
story that is, perhaps, characteristically American: a distrust of the foreign. This is explicit in "Abroad" by
Judy Budnitz, in which the experience of being in another place is one of increasing loss and isolation. But it
is there also in "The Seven Deadly Hotels" by Bruce Holland Rogers and "The Naming of the Islands" by David
Hollander, two pieces (not stories, there is no story in either of them) that follow the same structural plan,
a sequence of idiosyncratic encounters with the strange in which initial attraction leads eventually to horror.
Hollander's is the more grisly, and he at least tries to provide some linkage between the episodes, in which
outcasts find themselves thrown up on a succession of islands where death lies in wait. Rogers's is the more
subtle, though he abandons any pretence of linkage as different first-person narrators register at different hotels
whose initial welcoming luxury proves deceptive.
Even tales that don't venture far from home, such as "Memoir of a Deer Woman" by M. Rickert, a typically mordant
account of a woman who turns into a deer, and "Chainsaw on Hand" by Deborah Coates, about a woman whose ex-husband
may see angels, convey the sense that home may be a trap but it is still better than being away from home.
And yet, even this nervousness about, even outright feat of, the foreign or distant, which runs through not just
these stories but many others in this collection, is hardly limited to America. No, I have to conclude that these
stories, the good (by Beagle, Morrissette, Link,
Baker) and the indifferent, represent a wide and appealingly idiosyncratic perspective on fantasy. There is a
broadness of devices, styles and topics explored here that stands as a wonderful corrective to the narrow and
repetitive tone of too many fantasy collections. But maybe we should accept that "American" is included in the
title simply as a device to differentiate this from so many other Best Fantasy anthologies that bedevil the
marketplace these days.
Paul Kincaid is the recipient of the SFRA's Thomas D. Clareson Award for Distinguished Service for 2006. His collection of essays and reviews, What it is we do when we read science fiction is published by Beccon Publications. |
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