![]() ![]() But today I was thinking of that place, of Crescent City, and of how I was trying out a new life there with my wife, and how, in the barber’s chair that morning, I had made up my mind to go. That was in Crescent City, California, up near the Oregon border. Driving is very smooth, traffic signs appear here and there, but at the slightest turn, they end. After finishing this collection, I realized it: Carver’s short stories end like a car crash. I made a mental note to explore him to find out what makes up a Carver story. A sort of envy settled in me to be compared to a great writer is most flattering and deeply humbling. She commented on the Carver-esque entries of one dutiful participant, saying that he should try working on endings that sound more like his instead of Carver’s. I first heard of Raymond Carver from a local writer who used to host literary contests at her blog. They may be doing the most mundane things that one could ever think of, but in this book, they are masterfully celebrated as the forces that propel this life. These people are the people that one is most likely to run into across the road, at the barber shop, bakery, hospital, any ordinary place. ![]() What We Talk About When We Talk About Love is a collection of seventeen short stories that deal with middle-class people facing their own truths, coping with their respective losses, and watching love come in and go out of their lives. ![]() What We Talk About When We Talk About Love by Raymond Carver ![]()
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