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SalesmanshipI am currently reading from this collection of stories called Stories Selected from the Unexpected and I just read the first story within the selection "Salesmanship" and though the story was not a thriller, or bone-chilling and terrifying, there was a beautiful and almost poetic subtly to it, in a way it was a story of the grotesque, and it is the kind of story which can sink into you and be filled with deep and thoughtful meaning when you ponder over it.
There was something within the story that was reminiscent of James Joyce's "The Dubliner's" and while all in all I am not a big fan of Joyce, "The Dubliner's" is a good collection of his, and has some quite intriguing little stories, there is something of a stark realism within the stories, and in their own way a suggestion of the gothic you might say. There was also a little something of Winesburg Ohio, by Sherewood Anderson within the story, which is a marvelous collection of intertwining stories that each shudder with something disturbing in unveiling the lives of the members within a small town, a sort of deromanticsization of small town life, looking behind their locked doors. "Salesmanship" was a story about misunderstandings which can derive from are brief encounters with other people, and what may become when people see each other out of context, if you will and how their own minds fill in the blanks to try and come up with an explanation. It is a story which can question the perceptions we come up with, on such little information that we are often given. I loathe to give the story away, less by some chance someone might happen upon the story, or decide to look into and want to read it for themselves, but it is the tale of a salesman who has a rather strange encounter with a pair of costumers, and he is just upon the eve of his positive outlook upon his career to have his skills as a salesman tested, and after the curious episode he learns by chance something of his former costumers which completely changes the entire interaction he had with them. 5:49 PM - 11/10/2009 - post comment
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 For though All are not able to write books, all conceive themselves able to judge them. ~The Monk
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