S’um bitch. One of the stories I really didn’t like because it seemed just another neurotic sitting at a desk with his memories and daydreams and problems with alcohol is included in a newly published collection by this writer.
While I didn’t have any argument with the writing, the story just seemed cliche in its context of contemporary fiction, and also had one of those head-scratching endings that I tend to dislike.
So I guess that while I will continue reviewing and posting on the stories that hit me one way or another in these literary journals, it must be considered to be from an unprofessional, maybe un-with-it reader.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
I just read the one you linked to and while the writing was good, I felt like I had read that story about a million times before. So I don’t think you are off-track at all.
The first sentence sounds like something out of 11th grade English composition class, struggling too hard for a grabber.
Then again, I’m not reading anything now, although I must have dozens of books whose pages need cracking.
Why go to them when I can come here and read all day? 🙂