While THE IDIOT’S TALE makes its rounds, several other pieces are rising from the dead. The boneyard here is the thirty-odd stories that were written as part of an honors thesis, a re-telling of James Joyce’s Dubliners based on Bloomsday 2001 in Dublin and the ethnic roots—Irish and otherwise—in Pittsburgh’s working class neighborhoods.
That said, I’m not much of a short story writer. The forms that fiction can take aren’t interchangeable, and I tend to run in loooong narrative strides. However, when I see what novelists like Margaret Atwood can do with short fiction, I keep practicing the short strides, too.
