From Publishers Weekly
In Barth's latest collection, one of his stand-ins, C.P. Mason, a writer/teacher who is trying to fit a whole short story around a sentence he remembers from a dream, remarks: "Has any storyteller, from Homer to Hemingway, Poe to Pasternak, attempted to fabricate a narrative something out of so nearly nothing?" Such minimalist flourishes are not what one would expect from the former creator of gargantuan metafictions. Barth calls this collection a Hendecameron, and refers to both
The Arabian Nights (which he pillaged to better effect in
Chimera) and the
Decameron. Instead of the plague from which Boccaccio's narrators have fled, Barth's stories are told over 11 days that include and succeed 9/11. The intervals between stories are filled with a lot of cutesy converse- and asterisk-laden copulation between a Barth stand-in-Graybard-and his muse, Wysiwyg (Barth, one of nature's true acronym maniacs, got the name Wysiwyg from computer slang-it stands for "What you see is what you get"). The stories themselves proliferate with other Barth stand-ins-retired professors who are writers or retired writers who are professors-and smart, sexy, Wysiwygish women. The few bright spots in an otherwise dismal bunch include the first night, a strongly written fragmentary description of the retirement of a Chesapeake Bay boatman, Capt. Claude Morgan, the oldest story here; the 11th night, which is Wysiwyg's story; and an interesting theme story on the universe as a shrinking mass, paralleling the human aging process, "The Big Shrink." The rest are filled with the gaseous, colorless chitchat characteristic of Barth's late style. Distressingly, Barth's inversion of the old writer's adage, "show, don't tell," has led him to a garrulous abyss: he tells and tells, but has nothing to show, leaving the reader with no reason to read him.
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From Booklist
Barth, a National Book Award-winning master of metafiction, presents a set of short stories that gently parodies
A Thousand and One Nights. Amusingly enough, his Scheherazade is a writer calling himself Graybard, and his task is to meet the exacting standards of his exhibitionist and sea-loving muse, Wysiwyg (What You See Is What You Get). She shows up wet and seemingly naked each evening around cocktail hour to hear a story, but these are not just any nights: these are the nights immediately following September 11, 2001, prompting Barth to reflect on the kinds of stories we tell ourselves in the wake of world-altering tragedies. Yet Graybard's antic, self-reflective tales focus not on world events but rather on lust, marriage, family, age, and the added dimensions that dreams, fantasies, and fiction bring to life. A vacationing couple finds a wedding ring on the ocean floor, a computer's date default turns back to 1956, a teenager declares her intention to remain child free. For all his narrative-interrupting commentary, Barth can't help but be a magnetic storyteller.
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