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This story can be found in the New Yorker https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/20...It starts as a fairy tale would "Once upon a time , in a faraway land, there was a forest" but these forest memories are not the memories of trees, but the memories of four young men in the mid 1960's going there to experience their first 'grass' . Yet it is none of these men who are recalling their memories telling others the story or stories of that night. Instead, it is the daughter of one who is the narrator of...
A short story from The New Yorker, which I presume is part of The Candy House, and includes Lou Kline, a character from A Visit from the Goon Squad. It’s okay, but I know that it’s a “teaser” for the forthcoming sequel, so I don’t consider it in isolation.Happen to be reading a preview copy of The Candy House, so I will just go back to finish that!
She’s Awsome. This story takes you back and forwards, decades at a clip, on a dime.
From the January 3 and 10 issue of the New Yorker. Fantastic! A daughter is able to know of a moment of epiphany experienced by her father. Sci-fi and sentimental elements sewn together, with neither dominating.(The daughter's remembered father was a record executive; echoes of A Visit from the Goon Squad? Sorry to say I never finished that book, but will circle back to it.)
I haven’t read Egans work before but I understand that this is a bit out of her genre playbook. Either way I adored this, a grounded and rustic 60s tale of the impending psychedelic movement, mixed in with an undercurrent of sci-fi and metaphysical questions. I’m there.
3.8**I was a little confused by the ending so rereading.Descriptive, hazy, ‘stored consciousness’ memories of a transformative, weed-fuelled, (now extinct?) forest escape.The naked night swim in the forested mountains affected me enough to nearly miss my stop. “barefoot....downright sensuous on this carpet of velvety decay...as if sharp objects didn’t exist.”The breath-evacuating, heartstopping “smash” of cold water.“A brief blackout sensation of death...but when he surfaces, howling, what has d...
A very interesting character study with a healthy dash of science fiction running beneath the surface. An interesting choice to add that element. I wasn't aware Egan worked in that sphere.
A short story in The New Yorker; this review may contain some spoilers.The story opens and closes in the 1960s. Four men, intimately introduced, visit a majestic forest, seeking a free-spirited community. There is an interruption to the narrative, a science fiction flavoured element as the daughter of one of the men seeks to explain how she has access to his memories. I found this interruption to be an unfortunate tangent, unnecessary and disruptive. When does a fiction writer ever have to expla...
Really captures the zeitgeist of the ‘60’s.
