My story ‘Peacocks’ became part of a novel, Winterchill, which made me realize another possibility for the short story form—chains of stories, where each sets up reverberations against the other, where what isn’t said in the space between each story is almost as important as what is said within the stories’ boundaries. I’m not the first to discover that, of course, but happening upon it, because of those demands my characters set upon me, turned out to be a great release.
Ernest J. Finney
Finney took first prize in the 1989 O. Henry Awards for short stories, and I read his story ‘Peacocks’ in this compilation of all the prize winning stories from that year. My favorite was ‘The Watch’ by Rick Bass, not because of the subject matter but because of the prose. I think I’ll find what else he wrote and get it. Other tidbits:
Art is to reality as wine is to grapes.
…kissing someone is actually sucking on a long tube the other end of which is full of shit.
David Foster Wallace, Here and There