Showing posts with label short stories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label short stories. Show all posts

Friday, July 7, 2017

Author, Gary Roen, demonstrates mastery of writing skills and depth of imagination!


In this collection of shorts, author Gary Roen demonstrates a keen imagination, economic use of the English language and a mastery of his skills as a story teller, and all while gaining and keeping the attention of the reader.

Journey is a collection of short stories sure to engage and entertain any reader. The first set of stories focus on the adventures of Slotski Bear, a somewhat endearing if not at all typical teddy bear. Described by the author as “hideous” in appearance, and oft found atop a trash bin, Slotski does get around in the series of odd adventures, which typically deliver him right back to his trash bin.

The other stories throughout Journey are a “mash-up” of different science fiction tales and tech drawn from the fertile and somewhat quirky imagination of author Gary Roen. Many of these tales are inspired by Roen’s own journey returning to academia. This collection of short stories makes for a delightful afternoon of reading. The “journey” wraps on 3 fascinatingly short, almost poetic tales, each written with an nearly Haiku precision, and managing to capture there subjects and paint their characters in as few words as possible. The varied tales, the demonstrations of wit and precision use of the English language make Journey a fantastic read. Even the economy of words in the final stories, of which I am typically not enamored, were delivered in such a sharp and stark contrast to their topics as to really capture my attention and leave the reader in bemusement and even deep thought.

This is a great book to tuck under the arm and keep handy, as each story is a quick read, and even those connected stand well on their own, and a reader can and is very likely come back over and again for more.

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Saturday, January 9, 2016

Life After Lucky (The Philandering Fella)

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It was 7:30am on a hot August morning. The alarm clock rang out, murdering a restful night’s sleep. A knock at the door seemed to echo through his one room loft apartment and office.

Will slowly sat up from the sofa where he’d laid all night. He rotated his legs to one side as if they were weighted — first one and then the other. The rhythmic knocking continued and hastened.

“I’ll be right there!” Will said as he stood abruptly, shaking the final moments of his slumber from his muscular shoulders.

As he passed by his desk, he pulled off its top a half-full coffee cup, and smelling it first to test it, he took a sip and placed the cup on the side of a small sink that appeared to jut from wall of the room. As he turned the sink on, he reached behind him to the doorknob on the left, turned the knob and opened the door dismissively.

“Good morning, sleepy head,” said the bouncy Molly as she walked happily into the room.

Molly had been coming by each morning, almost without exception, since Lucky had left the police force and moved from his apartment into the office flat. Each day she brought Will a fresh cup of coffee and a cardboard take-out container in a plain, brown paper bag, filled with eggs and bacon from the corner drug store.

As she had done hundreds of times before, it seemed, she swept through the door while Lucky washed his hands and face, and placed the plain paper bag on the desk. She proceeded to walk to the sofa, pick up the blankets Lucky had strewn beneath, folded them and placed them gently on top of a steel filing cabinet in the corner of the room.

“How’s tricks, Will?” She asked cheerfully.

Lucky turned from the sink and passed Molly as he reached into a pile of clothes on top of an end table near the sofa and grabbed a clean shirt.

“The same as yesterday,” he said half-heartedly, holding up his shirt before he put it on. “Just doing somebody else’s laundry.”

A few months after leaving the police force, Will had applied and been granted a license as a private investigator by the city. The past several months since hadn’t been exactly the life he thought it would be.

Most of his clients were middle-aged men or women, looking for an estranged spouse or sibling that had disappeared quite intentionally. Some were jilted lovers or wives and husbands suspecting unfaithful partners. The work was more jading than adventurous.

“Nope,” said Molly. “Today is going to be the day you get a big case. I just know it! At least you’re not stuck in the basement digging up old ‘perp files for that ritzy robbery case they’ve all been figuring.”

Lucky finished dressing and searched from the coat rack to the table top for his favorite tie. Finding it rolled up on the corner of the desk, he wrapped it around his neck and began to fumble with it.

“I sure hope so,” he said, reluctantly surrendering to her optimism.

Molly stepped toward Will and finished adjusting his tie and folding down his collar. As she stepped back away, she smiled.
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The Lucky Marks Mysteries

“I’ll see you tonight?” she queried playfully. “We’re going to dinner after I get off at the station, right?”

“Sure thing,” Lucky replied. “I can’t wait.”

He smiled back at her. He couldn’t help but remember how dismissive he had been to her when he first arrived home from the war. He wondered, now, why she was so happy to be around him after all that had happened.

“Stay out of trouble, and I’ll see ya later, handsome,” she said as she straightened her hat on her head, opened the door and left, pulling it closed behind her. The foggy grey glass window on the door made a rattling sound as the door latched.

Lucky waved as she departed and smiled as he peered at his companion through the etched letters, that from his vantage point, spelled out “Lucky Marks: Private Investigator” backward in the grey glass.

He reached behind him to the coat and hat rack, grabbed his suit jacket and slid it on confidently, then rounded the corner of the desk and sat behind it in the wheeled wooden chair. He placed his interlaced hands at the back of his head and rocked back and forth with a satisfied contentment. No longer in surrender to Molly’s morning cheer, he could feel his own sense of hope and optimism rising inside him.

“Today’s going to be a good day,” he said rhetorically.

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Friday, October 2, 2015

Finding Folklore

What is folklore?  When most think of folklore or folk tales they conjure unto themselves images from Grimm fairy tales or Hans Christian Anderson stories.  These certainly do, in fact, constitute the most recognizable of folk stories.  But, do modern novels or films meet the standard?  Are your stories folklore?
When the brothers Grimm traversed Europe they gathered local tales from communities and villages throughout.  They compiled these into a collection that has entertained and even frightened generations.  These European stories of valiant princes and noble heroines, heroic underdogs and monstrous villains have long been staples of what most consider folklore.  But this is not the measure of a folk tale.
Almost by definition, folklore is a story or collection of stories unique to the people, or folk, of a specific geographic region.  Folklore speaks to the hopes, fears and traditions of an area and helps to form a geographic identity.  In this way, the western world and even the United States has it’s own folklore, and these might include many modern stories.
In colonial and post colonial America, in the North East stories like Washington Irving’s The Legend of Sleepy Hollow or Rip Van Winkle or the fictionalization of the life and times of John Chapman, known to posterity as Johnny Appleseed, are examples of early American folklore. 
As settlers moved across the plains   From their observations and their shared experiences western tales of Cowboys, Pecos Bill being one such example, became dime store fodder.  Often depicting the Native American culture inaccurately and even vilifying them as well as sometimes glorifying renegade outlaws like Billy the Kid, western stories became some of the most successful folktales in the world.  These stories were even sold and told in the “old world” and came to solidify a world image of America and it’s people as fiercely independent. 


of the Western U.S., they created their own folklore based on the harsh untamed lands they settled, and the pioneer attitudes that often accompanied such an exodus.
Soon and into the 20th century, America’s West Coast was settled, and like other regions before, they began to shape a geo-specific cultural identity.  Among the many genres that have come from this region, one of the most prominent is the detective mystery noir.  In Chandler stories or others, the American West Coast is as prominent a character as the protagonist or the antagonist.  Hard-boiled private eyes, defiant of traditional law enforcement, the iconic femme fatale and the stark city-after-dark descriptions unique to this region rapidly skyrocketed the genre. 
Since the inception of these staples of the American story, they have pushed and stretched the boundaries of folklore beyond the fantastical and into the almost surreal.
A new phenomenon in folk tales has emerged in the late 20th and early 21st centuries.  The geo-specific nature of folklore has been challenged.  The emergence of cinema and the worldwide web has helped shape a new kind of collective community.  This time, instead of geographic commonality, members of this community tend to be distinguished by age, experiences or other social standards.  In this way, subcultures have formed making stories of nearly all genres folksy by virtue of their distribution or popularity among a specific global social segment.
With all of the story components of traditional folklore, heavy drama, unlikely heroic characters, damsels or innocence in distress and the rise of underdogs to defeat sometime terrifying and melodramatic villains, as well as their proliferation of society’s pop-culture, it is arguable that the Harry Potter stories or Star Wars could be considered a kind of non-geo-specific generational folklore.
With this understanding of classic and modern folklore, do your favorite stories qualify as folklore?  

Do you write folklore? 


Don’t we all?

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