The Best American Short Stories 2003 - Softcover

Walter Mosley is the award-winning author of the story collection Always Outnumbered, Always Outgunned and its sequel, Walkin’ the Dog, as well as five Easy Rawlins mysteries. His novel RJ’s Dream was a finalist for the NAACP Award in Fiction.

Introduction: Americans Dreaming

Whenever anyone asks my opinion about the difference between novels and
short stories, I tell them that there is no distinction between the genres. They
are essentially the same thing, I always reply.
How can you say that? the fiction lover asks. Stories are small
gems, perfectly cut to expose every facet of an idea, which is in turn
illuminated by ten thousand tiny shafts of light.
But I hold my ground, answering the metaphor with a simile. A
novel, I say, is like a mountain — superior, vast, and immense. Its apex is in
the clouds and it appears to us as a higher being — a divinity. Mountains
loom and challenge; they contain myriad life forms and cannot be seen by
anyone attempting the climb. Mountains can be understood only by years of
negotiating their trails and sheer faces. They contain a wide variety of
atmospheres and are complex and immortal.
You cannot approach a mountain unless you are completely
prepared for the challenge. In much the same way, you can"t begin to read
(or write) a novel without attempting to embrace a life much larger than the
range of any singular human experience.
Thinking in this way, I understand the mountain and the novel to
be impossible in everyday human terms. Both emerge from a distance that
can be approached only by faith. And when you get there, all you find is
yourself. The beauty or terror you experience is your understanding of how far
you"ve come, your being stretched further than is humanly possible.
The fiction lover agrees. She says, Yes, of course. The novel is a
large thing. The novel stands against the backdrop of human existence just
as mountains dominate the landscape. But stories are simple things, small
aspects of human foibles and quirks. A story can be held in a glance or a half-
remembered dream.
It"s a good argument, and I wouldn"t refute it. But I will say that if
novels are mountains, then stories are far-flung islands that one comes upon
in the limitless horizon of the sea. Not big islands like Hawaii, but small,
craggy atolls inhabited by eclectic and nomadic life forms that found their
way there in spite of tremendous odds. One of these small islets can be fully
explored in a few hours. There"s a grotto, a sandy beach, a new species of
wolf spider, and maybe the remnants of an ancient culture that came here
and moved on or, possibly, just died out.
These geologic comparisons would seem to support the fiction
reader"s claim that novels and short stories are different categories, distant
cousins in the linguistic universe. But where did those wolf spiders come
from? And who were the people who came here and died? And why, when I
walk around this footprint of land, do I feel that something new arises with
each day? I eat fish that live in the caves below the waves. I see dark
shadows down there. I dream of the firmament that lies below the ocean, the
mountain that holds up that small span of land.
I cannot climb the mountain that sits in the sea, but from where I
stand it comes to me in detritus and dreams.
Short story writers must be confident of that suboceanic mountain
in order to place their tale in the world. After all, fiction mostly resides in the
imagination of the reader. All the writer can do is hint at a world that calls
forth the dream, telling the story that exhorts us to call the possibility into
being.
The writers represented in this collection have told stories that
suggest much larger ideas. I found myself presented with the challenge of
simple human love contrasted against structures as large as religion and
death. The desire to be loved or to be seen, represented on a canvas so
broad that it would take years to explain all the roots that bring us to the
resolution.
In many of the stories we find exiles, people who have lost their
loved ones, their homelands, their way. These stories are simple and
exquisite, but they aren"t merely tales of personal loss. Mothers have left us
long before the mountains were shifted by southward-moving ice floes. Men
have been broken by their dreams for almost as long as the continents have
been drifting. And every day someone opens her eyes and sees a world that
she never expected could be there.
These short stories are vast structures existing mostly in the
subconscious of our cultural history. They will live with the reader long after
the words have been translated into ideas and dreams. That"s because a
good short story crosses the borders of our nations and our prejudices and
our beliefs. A good short story asks a question that can"t be answered in
simple terms. And even if we come up with some understanding, years later,
while glancing out of a window, the story still has the potential to return, to
alter right there in our mind and change everything.

—Walter Mosley

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2003 by Walter Mosley. Reprinted by permission of Houghton Mifflin
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