Saturday, September 25, 2010

I Just Want to be Loved...

It's an exciting time to be an author these days, especially if you're internet savvy. And if you are willing to take that leap, you can self-publish works that might be otherwise difficult to get into print.

I enjoy short stories, but I don't remember the last time I read one before today. I used to subscribe to piles of magazines and read the stories in the New Yorker, or even Playboy (mee???). I had to get more frugal with retirement, and my magazine reading has become mostly limited whatever might be in the doctors' office.

But today, this fun little book arrived, and it was perfect for the end of a hectic day. Soyon Im explores the wonder of internet relationships in "" Her prose gives me the light and airy feeling of a walk through lotus petals, with the side-jab humor of a Seoul thing. The story takes us through the ups and downs of losing your heart in instant messaging. It was easy to identify with her character Sunghee.

David Massengill completes the book with an offering of flash fiction and a short-short story. "The Little Man" almost had me checking under the bed for the ghost. And even though we know where the story is going, it still gave me the creeps along the way. And with "No Mas, Mi Amor," he shows his talent for developing a personality conflict within a short conversation.

I loved it. I give it four stars.

I would be remiss if I didn't include a tribute to Betty Boop.

1 comment:

Team Keala Brown said...

That's awesome. I'm glad you got your short stories back in such a pleasant way.

Now, tell me more about this Playboy reading you used to partake in.