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8.06.2015


The New York Stories
BEN TANZER

Fiction  |  Three Volumes in One Collection
224 pages
5 ½” x 8 ½” Trade Paperback
ISBN 978-1-939987-33-4
First Edition
Review Copy: Paperback ARC
Chicago Center for Literature and Photography
Chicago, Illinois
Available HERE
$14.99
Review by Al Kratz

At an AWP Offsite Event sponsored by Alternating Current and Lockjaw Magazine, I was given two books to read and review: Sara Lippmann’s Doll Palace and Ben Tanzer’s The New York Stories. They are both excellent demonstrations of the art of the short story and strong arguments that the form is alive and well. In my review of Doll Palace, I suggested that Lippmann’s themes were similar to Richard Yates. Now, a parallel idea for Tanzer would be his similarity to Raymond Carver. I don’t think it’s too big of a stretch to argue that in many ways Tanzer and Lippmann often meet or exceed the high standards set by their influences.

The New York Stories is a collection of collections, three volumes in one: Repetition Patterns from 2008, So Different Now from 2011, and After the Flood from 2014. These volumes are another fine example of the whole being greater than the sum of its parts. It’s hard for me to imagine any of the volumes as stand-alone because they are so integrated and complete such a deep arc. Each volume is also arguably great examples of the novella-in-flash form defined and sampled in Rose Metal Press’s My Very End of the Universe. Tanzer’s full collection gets a little more space to complete its task than the narrow focus of a novella, but it’s a good representation of the strength of connected short pieces and the large impact that brevity can produce.

The stories take place in a fictional upstate New York town called Two Rivers and center around a small group of common characters and families. They look at realistic issues, such as coming of age, marital infidelity, alcohol abuse, and parenting, from all angles. Some of the stories are “sneaky” dark, where the characters are doing normal day-to-day things, but events turn more serious when adults have inappropriate contact with minors or find out one of their friends has been physically abusive to his girlfriend.

The timeline of the collection follows the aging of the children from volume to volume. These kids grow up with dysfunctional parents and, in the second volume, become dysfunctional themselves. By the third volume, just before all the pieces of their lives fall, a flood comes into Two Rivers that threatens to destroy anything they have left. During the early parts of the second volume, this reader started to feel like an experienced Two Rivers observer. I “got” these people. I felt Tanzer gain momentum with this world. By the third volume, when the rains come down, all bets are off. The stakes in their personal lives are as extreme as the weather. He doesn’t just put his characters up a tree and throw a few rocks at them—these trees are underwater. These trees lose their roots. These rocks are mountain-sized. These pages are intense.

This part of the book contains some wonderful Noah’s Ark imagery. Little by little, quick and minimally, they are introduced in the various flood stories:

Why are animals crossing the road two at a time though? I do not know, but they are, heading up the mountain to whatever something awaits them there.
(“Barely Breathing,” p. 139)


As I kneel there, the hammer slipping with every strike of a nail, two deer, a buck and a doe, walk out of the woods on the outskirts of the cemetery. They are followed by two skunks, and then a pair of raccoons, all of whom dutifully line up a small distance from the platform. I don’t make eye contact with them or treat their presence as anything but normal.
(“Vision,” p. 171).

Consistent with the almost sadistic (in a good, positive literary context, of course) treatment of his characters I mentioned above, Noah is just a tease. Safety (redemption?) remains an illusion. Just out of reach. Dreamy. Impossible. There will be no ark built in Two Rivers. These guys are on their own and good luck.

There is a unique dynamic, particularly in the first volume, where the stories are often told in first-person by a specific Two Rivers resident; yet, this narrator has omnipotent knowledge of the other characters’ experiences and points of view. I don’t believe this is sloppy writing or anything for the POV Police to point out in a workshop. I think this was serving specific roles within the themes Tanzer wanted to explore. There is a shared story that happens with small neighborhoods, sometimes spread through the rumor mill and other times spread through small-town intimacy, proximity. We end up knowing more of the characters’ stories than maybe we should. Or at least we think we know them. This construct even becomes an explicit theme in a story called, “What We Thought We Knew,” which takes the reader through events with a student and a teacher. As the story evolves, the strength of the rumor mill is evaluated. In the end:

What we thought we knew wasn’t very important, because the fact was that we didn’t know shit, and you never do.
(p. 32).

In this case, the narrator could be viewed as unreliable. Not everything he “knows” about the other characters might be completely true, but it’s still important that it comes from a first-person perspective in Two Rivers. That is who can tell the town’s story, regardless of whether it’s real omnipotence or the appearance of omnipotence.

A second effective dynamic in The New York Stories is the usage of time, which functions as a multifaceted motif throughout the book. On the surface, the volumes cover one steady, long timeline. It’s not explicitly mentioned, but landmarks in the stories make me think it starts in the late seventies/early eighties and ends somewhere in the aughts. In the introduction, Tanzer thanks the filmmaker Richard Linklater and his Before trilogy, which spanned the early adulthood to middle-age stages of its main characters. In some ways, The New York Stories reminds me more of the literary equivalent of Linklater’s Boyhood, actually filmed over that type of time passage. It seems both have in common a rewarded leap of faith that the eventual collection of timed pieces would come together.

On another level, Tanzer uses time very effectively within each story. The full timeline of the book is in play and interchangeable in each story without ever feeling like a gratuitous dive into a flashback. Pieces are connected to each other through this subtle time exchange, a brief mention of who cheated on whom, or who can’t handle his Yuengling is all it takes.

One of the stories is called, “What We Talk about When We Talk about the Flood,” a direct homage to the great “What We Talk about When We Talk about Love,” by Raymond Carver. Tanzer’s is a quick three-pager that doesn’t intend to answer or to cover the ground of Carver’s, but in staying small, it accomplishes a lot. Carver dives into the elusive meaning of love via layered and complicated scenarios including an abusive spouse and characters on their second or third marriage questioning the permanence of love. Carver exits with this line:

I could hear my heart beating. I could hear everyone’s heart. I could hear the human noise we sat there making, not one of us moving, not even when the room went dark.
(Raymond Carver, “What We Talk about When We Talk about Love,” Vantage Book Edition, 1989, p. 154).

Tanzer’s characters are gathered in a similar social situation: a pair of couples toward the end of a longish drinking session. He intentionally keeps them from the layers Carver builds. The flood is too dominant. They talk less. They drink more.

And when we drink to love as the rain plasters our hair to our foreheads, the flood waters rise, and we slowly float away.
(p. 176)

I think Carver would appreciate the silence.

Alright, AWP 2016: The bar has been set high by Lippman and Tanzer. I can’t wait to read you.




Al Kratz is our Fiction Reviewer for The Volt. He is a writer from Des Moines, Iowa, an Assistant Fiction Editor at Pithead Chapel, and is currently working on a novel and a short story collection. He has had work featured in Red Savina Review, Wyvern Lit, Flash Flood, Daily Palette, Apeiron Review, Ardor Flash Fiction, 1000words, Gravel, Literary Orphans, and elsewhere, and he is the winner of the 2013 British Fantasy Society Flash Fiction Competition.

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7.19.2015


A Conversation with Ben Tanzer
INTERVIEW BY LORI HETTLER



Staff Interviewer Lori Hettler sits down for a conversation with BEN TANZER. Ben is the author of the books, Orphans, which won the 24th Annual Midwest Book Award in Fantasy/SciFi/Horror/Paranormal and a Bronze medal in the Science Fiction category at the 2015 IPPY Awards; Lost in Space, which received an Honorable Mention in the Chicago Writers Association 2014 Book Awards Traditional Non-Fiction category; and his most recent, The New York Stories, among others. He has also contributed to Punk Planet, Clamor, and Men’s Health, serves as Senior Director, Acquisitions for Curbside Splendor, and can be found online at This Blog Will Change Your Life.




LORI HETTLER: Let’s start this off with a bang. Are you a fireworks guy? I totally picture you, like, gathering the family in the backyard with some brewskies and a box of sparklers.
BEN TANZER: Am I fireworks guy? Well, based on your question, I would say yes, and no? Meaning, do I love good fireworks? I do. They’re loud, and I like loud, and there is explosion and it happens at night, mostly, and I like that, too, a lot, night and dark. Also, the colors—love color—and light streaking across the sky. There is a nice UFO vibe at times, and I’m quite partial to those, as well. But backyards, maybe not so much. Because I also like crowds and noise and people bumping into each other. I like watching how people react to what they’re watching. I’m a voyeur, unabashed—well, maybe slightly abashed. But I feed off of crowds and noise, and I like urban and beaches and crowds, always crowds; and when I think back to my favorite fireworks shows, I was on Santa Monica Pier as a kid, or the football stadium at University of Colorado at Boulder, or standing on the East Side Highway in New York City. So, backyards are fine, but they’re not quite crazed enough for what I need.

While our country celebrated its independence this month, you had something of your own to celebrate... the release of your collection, The New York Stories. I’ve been following all of the buzz since it dropped in June. Congrats!
Thanks so much, and let me stress that, while I in no way consider the release of The New York Stories tantamount to the country’s at-times-bloody fight for independence, it would not be inaccurate to say that the birth of The New York Stories was not without its own blood, sweat, and, yes—despite my overwhelming, and at times, near paralyzing, masculinity—tears. Granted, much of that was the result of paper cuts and the occasional loss of the Internet, but it was a battle—a nine-year battle I would add. I’m quite pleased with the results, and when people look back on its release centuries from now, as we’re doing this weekend regarding the birth of independence, I hope they will do so with the same awe and nostalgia that accompanies the Fourth of July. Especially given this past month and the country’s embrace of both the Affordable Care Act and gay marriage, not to mention the rejection (mostly) of both the Confederate flag and Donald Trump. All of which are things I am happy to credit both the President and the Supreme Court with, if they in turn will note that all of these events happened to occur at the same time of the release. Coincidence? You be the judge.

Well, do we know if The New York Stories has made its way into Politics and Prose? I hear Obama is quite the book shopper. We just need to sneak a copy into his hand during his next trip! And speaking of nostalgia, the first third of the collection was wonderfully nostalgic for me. If you remember, Repetition Patterns was my first Tanzer experience! It was also the first CCLaP title I’d ever read. (I feel like I should have had a cigarette after all those firsts!) But more seriously, it was kind of incredible to read Repetition Patterns again in sequence with your newer stories. It was like watching your writing come of age on the page.
With the President’s summer vacation looming, I can only assume that The New York Stories is being vetted for potential beach reading, even as we speak. Fingers crossed, yo. Meanwhile, while I don’t feel like I should condone, much less encourage, your smoking cigarettes—they kill from what I understand—I’m honored to be part of any first of any kind. I also appreciate the kind words and the support over the years. When I first wrote the stories in Repetition Patterns, I really hadn’t been able to get anything published, and I had this idea after reading collections such as Drown by Junot Diaz, When the Messenger Is Hot by Elizabeth Crane, and What We Talk about When We Talk about Love by Raymond Carver, that I should try to write a group of stories that felt like they were from the same time and place, and that maybe such a collection could open some doors for me. It didn’t happen quite like that, but my debut novel, Lucky Man, did, and when Jason Pettus at CCLaP got excited about it, I pitched him Repetition Patterns; you found it, and here we are. The possibility that I may have grown over time as a writer would be quite thrilling to me; that I might keep growing, however, is my goal.

I assure you my lungs are clean and clear and no cigarette has ever graced these lips, though I do appreciate your concern for my health! And speaking of health, I know you are quite the runner. As a man who never seems to have any downtime, how do you manage to make running a daily priority? Are there ever days you just veg on the couch and say, “Nah, not going running today”?
Great, I was being overprotective, and annoying, and I apologize for that. And I should preface the rest of my response by saying that I only run every day in my head, but I do a lot of amazing things there. I do try to run every day, however, just as I try to write every day, both of which don’t totally happen. I visualize the day as a series of slots or time periods, and outside of work and family obligations, I am constantly calculating what fits where, sometimes days in advance, with running and writing being the priorities. In taking this approach, there is a level of stress, but it’s not so overwhelming as trying to figure it out on a day-by-day or moment-to-moment basis. Still, any day I can run and write first thing in the morning gives me a sense of balance that carries throughout the day. On the other hand, if my calculations point to the unlikelihood of achieving either, or the sense that I know I won’t even want to try because of what is happening the next day or the one after that, and I know that in advance, then it is easy to take the day off, because I’ve planned it. The tension for me is seeing the plans fail to work out. Maybe I stay up later than expected and can’t get out of bed, or someone unexpectedly needs to be picked up or a kid or spouse gets sick. Because, at that point, it is in my head that I was definitely going to do it and I have to let go of it. I’m working on that. Which may not even be what you were asking about it, but there it is, my brains, or at least my anxieties, on the page and available for consumption.

I like that you brought up anxieties. Many of your books’ characters seem to be working through anxieties of their own, as well. Do you find that fiction helps, as a way to process your own anxieties?
I’m glad to be of assistance. And I am really interested in anxiety, though particularly as a means for exploring how or why we act, or don’t. How does anxiety—among other things: fear, confusion, joy, ego, depression, envy—serve as an obstacle to being in healthy relationships or engaging in healthy behaviors? How do these things impact our ability to communicate with those we love, or might love, and undermine our ability to be as great, or fulfilled—that’s a lot of or, sorry—as we might have been. And the characters who struggle with those things are the kinds of characters I’m interested in writing about. Some of them, like the characters in my debut novel, Lucky Man, are much like I am, and others, like the lead characters in my novels, My Father’s House or You Can Make Him Like You, or the lead protagonists in a number of the stories in The New York Stories, especially the trio of linked stories—“Shooting Stick,” “No Nothing,” and “Vision”—run into situations I run into, but make decisions that I would not make. All of which is interesting to me. Now, does writing about anxiety help me to process my anxieties? Only slightly. Like running, it’s an outlet and a form of managing my anxieties. But it’s more like fertile ground for my writing than a way to process it. It’s calming, even therapeutic, but it’s not therapy. I don’t necessarily understand any of it any better, but I do get to wallow in it in ways that are productive and interesting.

I like that. Productive wallowing: you heard it here first! Now for the shotgun round. Here are five quickies, and then I think we are done, sir. If you lived in the fictional town of Two Rivers—
Who would you be dating/married to? So many good choices, which everyone will know after they read the book, but I will go with Alice from “God’s Work,” who might be quite loosely modeled on a woman I dated in high school.

Who would you be hiding from? I would so be avoiding Jamie from “So Different Now” who might be quite loosely modeled on a dude I was only too happy to avoid in college for reasons that may or may not be loosely related to some of the content in a story that is otherwise quite fictional.

Who would you be getting drunk with? Again, lots of good choices, but I will go with Pete, from the trio of stories mentioned earlier—“Shooting Stick,” “No Nothing,” and “Vision”—who shares my complicated relationship to dead fathers, even if my relationship with my own dead father wasn’t quite as complicated as his is.

Where would we be most likely to find you? I shouldn’t say Thirsty’s, but given how much time I spend in bars, I will just own up to it and move on to the next question.

Who would I be? Alice. She’s caring and funny, and possibly the least fucked-up character in the collection. She probably loves writers. And she may even favor wearing black. Seems right.




Lori Hettler is our Chief Staff Interviewer and handles our interview series for The Inductor. Lori founded the book blog, independent press resource community, and book club The Next Best Book Club (TNBBC) in 2007. An advocate for the small press and self-publishing communities, she has been featured from coast to coast, in both The Los Angeles Times and The New York Times. Portions of her reviews have been quoted for a number of books (most notably in the press release for Graywolf Press’ I Curse the River of Time, Red Hen Press’ catalog for David Maine’s An Age of Madness, and Heather Fowler’s Elegantly Naked in My Sexy Mental Illness). Formerly the Marketing Director for Chicago Center for Literature and Photography (CCLaP), Lori has now begun to take on freelance work under TNBBC Publicity. When she’s not curled up on the couch with a good book, you can find Lori on Twitter, TNBBC’s blog, Goodreads, and Facebook talking about it.

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