Date read: 8.5.09
Read in: Clarkesworld, Issue 3
Catherynne Valente‘s short story “Urchins, While Swimming” left me wide-eyed and breathless. It’s a simple, sorrowful, beautiful story, filled with unforgettable imagery and lyrical language. It’s about love between mothers and daughters, and falling in love, and the Russian rusalka myth. (Unless you already know it, you might not want to read it until after you’ve read the story.)
Below, a few of my favorite lines:
“The stars were salt-crystals floating in the window’s mire.”
“Artyom ate the same thing every day: smoked fish, black bread, blueberries folded in a pale green handkerchief.”
“…she did not say we drag the lake with us, even into the city, drag it behind us, a drowning shadow shot with green.”
For this story, Valente won the 2007 StorySouth Million Writers Award for Best Online Short Story; very cool, and deserving. Kakaner also lent me her copy of Valente’s The Orphan’s Tales: In the Night Garden this weekend, and now I’m even more excited to start it.
Also, since both of us are so partial to short fiction, we’ll probably be inaugurating a secondary review index for short stories alone, which will require a monumental amount of effort, but hopefully be rewarding.
Catherynne M. Valente