Elizabeth McCracken’s THUNDERSTRUCK & OTHER STORIES
(which won the 2015 Story Prize) is her first collection of short stories in
twenty years. It was worth the wait. There are nine beautiful, finely crafted
stories.
Common themes become apparent: children are lost, bullied,
starved, wounded. There are fraught relationships between parents and children.
Happiness is elusive. Tragedy lies in wait and catches its victims by surprise.
But, as Sylvia Brownrigg wrote in the New York Times
(6/5/14): “The fact that there is nothing depressing about the ubiquity of
accident and disaster in ‘Thunderstruck and Other Stories’ is a powerful
testament to the scratchy humor and warm intelligence of McCracken’s writing.”
“Something Amazing” is a grim (and somewhat Grimm) story of
two mothers. The first is laid low by grief and haunted by her young daughter
who has died from lymphoma. She has sealed off the girl’s room but Missy is
“everywhere in the house, no matter how their mother scrubs and sweeps and
burns and purges.” The dead girl’s brother is left to cope with his mother
alone:
“ ‘I would die without you,’ she tells
her son one morning. He knows it’s true, just as he knows he’s the only one who
would care. Sometimes he thinks it wouldn’t be such as bad bargain, his mother’s
death for his own freedom."
Because of her odd behavior and appearance, the neighborhood
children believe this grieving mother is a witch. A dirty, bullied child comes
to her door. She takes him in and bathes him (even though her inner voice tells
her ‘you can’t just bathe someone else’s child’). She unseals the dead
daughter’s room to find toys and clothes for this little stranger. He is willing to do whatever she asks because, he believes, only then will this witch grant his wish – to make his brother, his tormentor, disappear. He doesn’t know that Santos, the bullying brother, has played hooky and boarded a bus where a man has said to him, “Sit here.”
daughter’s room to find toys and clothes for this little stranger. He is willing to do whatever she asks because, he believes, only then will this witch grant his wish – to make his brother, his tormentor, disappear. He doesn’t know that Santos, the bullying brother, has played hooky and boarded a bus where a man has said to him, “Sit here.”
The second mother searches frantically for her boy, not
knowing he is right across the street in her neighbor’s house: “She doesn’t
know where Santos is, either, but Santos is old enough to take care of himself
(though she’s wrong in thinking this – Santos even now is in terrible trouble,
Santos, miles away, is calling for her).”
In “Juliet,” a woman has been murdered and a teenaged boy
has been arrested. His distraught mother thinks:
“What can you do? Your son, your only
boy – whether he killed somebody or not, though he didn’t – is lost to you. He
never could have killed anyone. He never even liked horror movies. He was
always respectful. He believes in God. And if – though he didn’t! – if he did
kill her, that’s one life gone already. Your child used to live in your house,
and he has been taken from you, and all you can hope for is that eventually he
will be returned. He will already be ruined. The best you can hope for is your
ruined boy back in your house.”
And in “The House of Two Three-Legged Dogs,” an English
couple living in France has put their house in their son’s name to protect it
from bankruptcy. The son, who was physically abused – an arm repeatedly broken
-- by his stepfather, has become an alcoholic and drug addict. He announces
that he is going to sell the house which will leave his parents homeless. Despite
his bad behavior, everyone loves this son, his father thinks: “Sometimes Tony
thought that was Malcolm’s problem, overexposure to the rays of love, a kind of
melanoma of the soul.” But he understands his son:
“There was a small part of him that
believed he’d sell out every single person he loved, too, if it allowed him to
be rid of his obligations of love forever.”
In McCracken’s stories, disaster lurks.
The parents in “Thunderstruck” take their twelve year old to
Paris for the summer, in hopes of breaking the cycle of her bad behavior. She
seems to blossom there and to become all they’d hoped her to be – until the
hospital calls to tell them she has suffered a traumatic and permanent brain
injury. While her parents were sleeping, she has gone out, without their
knowledge, to drink wine with boys she met in a park and the result is tragic.
In “The House of Two Three-Legged Dogs,” a character looks
at a couple who have come to possibly buy his car and thinks:
“They had some terrible story, too, or
soon would. He wished he found this realization ennobling, but he didn’t: he
was furious at them for whatever sadness they’d already experienced, whatever
tragedy was just a headlight glow on the road ahead.”
And, the grandmother in “Hungry” says,
“When disasters happened (her mother
had taught her) you strode firmly in the opposite direction, because calamity
followed catastrophe followed disaster. People who believed things couldn’t get
worse were the ones who were killed by man or nature. You had to get away.”
McCracken’s characters search for happiness and it is often a
futile search.
In “Some Terpsichore,” a battered woman says,
“I didn’t know what would become of
him. I had to quit caring. It wasn’t love and … it wasn’t a fear of being alone
that kept me there: it was wanting to know the end of the story and wanting the
end to be happy.”
In “Juliet,” the narrator says:
“Surely there is happiness somewhere in
the world. And God will forgive you if, for a moment, you labor under the
common misperception that happiness is created – you’d swear one of the
students has done a science-fair project on this – when two unhappy people
collide and one of them makes the other unhappier. It’s steam. It’s energy. It
works: you feel something rise in you. But it doesn’t last.”
But in “Thunderstruck”,
“He looked at his wife, whom he loved,
whom he looked forward to convincing, and felt as though he were diving
headfirst into happiness. It was a circus act, a perilous one. Happiness was a
narrow tank. You had to make sure you cleared the lip.”
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