Fiction
“Whether tragic or comic, haunting or plaintive, realistic or fantastic, these are extraordinary tales told with rare mastery.” –Ron Hansen “These stories have the spin and dazzle of exploded poems. Theoretically sophisticated and technically accomplished, they use fresh and quirky humor to illuminate, in unexpected and often startling lights, the complicated ambiguities of women’s waking and dreaming lives.” –Nancy Mairs “The variety of voices and their presentations are a narratologist’s dream…[Brennan’s] literary offspring, and the community they create, will anger you, refuse to speak to you, and hold up a mirror to your face. Not many storytellers are as fearless as Karen Brennan.” —American Book Review “Transcendence and transformation lie at the heart of this anthology. Brennan’s women are survivors, and they know that life will go on for them no matter what. Life will be what they make it.” —Publishers Weekly University of Massachusetts Press “Karen Brennan’s haunting, provocative stories remind me of the very best of Alice Munro, Doris Lessing, Angela Carter and Kafka…Karen Brennan’s fourteen stories are all disturbing but necessary epiphanies for our post-modern lives, revelations filled with scathing poignancy and perceptive melancholy, the kind of dark ineffable melancholy you find in the late poetry of Coleridge or Keats’ late poem, ‘To Autumn.'” —New Pages “That rich sense of contentment, there among the ruins that testify to the beautiful mayhem of a beating heart, suffices for Brennan’s characters who in story after story are compelled to acknowledge how experience resists the tidy form of fiction itself. Fictions that remind us what fiction can’t do even as they subtly confirm what it can do–these are marvelous, rewarding reading experiences.” — English Studies Forum “The garden of stories found in Karen Brennan’s masterful collection The Garden in Which I Walk are plated like a crazed French topiary of dreams. The forms are all expressionistic edges, fragments and fractures, adhering to the contours of wonder and desire. There are angels in the angles and the topography breaks into the English country park paradox of landscapes—so groomed, so artificial—as to be more natural than nature. This book is a human-made Eden of poetic posed and poised prose.” –Michael Martone “The stories in The Garden in Which I Walk are ten triumphs in a single volume. Karen Brennan’s jazz-infused fiction demonically crashes us into our delusions, our states of despairing satiation and of happy hungering. No writer since Angela Carter has brought readers such blasphemous, ribald visions of divine justice.” –Kevin McIlvoy Fiction Collective 2 (FC2)“Monsters takes the form of an extraordinary wunderkammer filled with narraticules…about what can’t stay, what was probably never there to begin with, and the beauty of that, and the biting loss.”
Lance Olsen, author of Theories of Forgetting
“Karen Brennan evokes here a fairy tale world that is just like this world, only sadder and stranger.”
Kate Bernheimer, author of How a Mother Weaned her Girl from Fairy Tales
“This book is tender, tough, magical and merciless. A wonderful book by a spectacular talent.” Victor LaValle, author of The Ballad of Black Tom
from “Monsters” …At The Dollar Store, which is going out of business so that everything is now only fifty cents, they purchase a little figurine of a dwarf that looks as if it’s made of mucus and spit. The dwarf has a very wide face and a tiny grimace which reveals just a sliver of tooth. It is so resolutely hideous that they cannot stop themselves from laughing right in the store in front of the sales clerk. Good Lord! says the daughter. When she laughs she gets very red-faced and she clenches her one good fist. She is one of those who wheezes when she laughs and now she is wheezing and wheezing at the ugly figurine. Something to remember me by, says her father, who is also laughing….