Short Story Sunday: Short stories that’ll haunt me forever
Lately I’ve been working on the overwhelming task of thinning out my book collection; it’s something no book lover likes to do, but let’s face it, every once in a while it has to be done, either to clear clutter or make room for more.
It’s no surprise that a good portion of my collection is devoted to short story collections. I’ve read my share of great stories, and I’ve read my share of awful ones—but I’ve also read my share of a few that blew me away to the point at which I’ll never forget them. So instead of doing a typical “Top” list, I decided instead to focus on ones which fall into the last category (please note that in my “about” descriptions I tried to be spoiler-free). Do you have any that have made a lasting impression on you? Leave them in the comments.
The Yellow Wallpaper, Charlotte Perkins Gilman
This story of a woman losing her mind—or is she?—is one to be read just before bed in a creepy old Victorian. The copy I have, which belonged to my Dad and was printed in the early 1970s, includes essays and analysis. There are several editions available under separate cover; here’s one: http://amzn.com/1613823681