I’ve been reading Twenty Grand, and Other Tales of Love and Money by Rebecca Curtis. Some of the stories are relentlessly bleak, but I really dug “Monsters,” “The Alpine Slide,” and, uh, the one about the wolf, the name of which I can’t remember.
She does great surrealist/allegorical stories–viz., the ones about the wolf and the monsters–mixed in with realistic portraits of young girls with interior struggles. An impressive range. Personally, I’ve been rewriting the same single song since 1989.
She’s reading tonight at Mo Pitkin’s.