‘Book Bites’ for Tuesday 28th April 2009

Fifty-Two Stories open their doors to ‘The Museum of Whatnot’ – Yesterday reminded me that I’ve still to read last week’s Twainian short story offering over at Fifty-Two Stories, because they’ve served up another short story helping already. This week’s story The Museum of Whatnot comes from acclaimed fiction writer Kevin Wilson, and I’m interested in it for two reasons. Firstly Cal’s intro is intriguing – “[the] narrator finds herself lost in a small, tidy universe of junk (”Junk isn’t a synonym for whatnot,” she is warned), until one doctor, six spoons, and a bag of rubber bands conspire to bring her a moment of joy”. Secondly it’s a story from Wilson’s new collection Tunneling to the Center of the Earth, which looks a bit special, and is worth buying for the cover alone – scrummy!

Picador getting all fruity – Sadly not what you think but still loads of fun, Picador are getting right behind this year’s Orange Prize for Fiction on their blog, by squeezing in a read of all six of the shortlisted books, before the winner is announced on June 3rd. They’re not just going to be reading the books though, they’re also going to be discussing them on the blog and they’re inviting fellow readers to join them. They’re kicking off proceedings by reading their own shortlist contender – Ellen Feldman’s Scottsboro.

When less is definitely more – I’ve recently discovered the wonderful world of flash fiction (more on that in an upcoming post) but new to me is a literary form I discovered today called ‘hint fiction’. The discovery came via a great article by Thomas Abbs over at Canongate’s Meet at the Gates. Thomas explains all about the form (which doesn’t exceed 25 words in length – perfect for Twitter), offers the most famous example of all, and issues a challenge for those who think it’s easy to take up the pen. There’s also a trio of nice links for further explanation.

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Rob, a self-confessed bibliophile, is without any hope of rehabilitation. He gets unnaturally excited over anything book-shaped, and if book sniffing were a crime then he would have been locked up years ago (which wouldn't bother him in the slightest provided his cell was lined with books).