(This review was originally written for and posted at the Chicago Center for Literature and Photography's site. While I had intended to ask the editor for a review copy, I had yet to find out how easy it is to do such a thing and finally just bought a copy rather than risk embarrassing myself.)
Flash Fiction Funny, edited by Tom Hazuka
Read: 15 to 16 February 2014
3.5 / 5 stars
In the past few months, I've been reading more contemporary and many
more small-press books than I previously had, which has delivered the
unintended bonus of sampling genres and writers I would have never
approached before, attached as I am to the classics both canonical and
present-day. While there is much to discover still, such a change in my
literary diet has already proved to be an excellent experience, and
testing the long-established boundaries of my bookish tastes is
something I should have forced myself to do years ago.
When a friend brought Flash Fiction Funny to my attention, I
pounced on the chance to acquaint myself with a genre I know very little
about: I've read exactly one collection of flash fiction once before,
and this was to be my first encounter with its deliberately humorous
breed delivered by dozens of different voices. With each story ranging
in length from a single paragraph to no more than three pages, Flash Fiction Funny
runs the gamut of humor while proving that brevity is, indeed, the soul
of wit if a writer knows how to achieve maximum hilarity with a
minimalist's word count.
With 82 approaches to humor on display, there is most assuredly
something for everyone in this collection; if a particular flash-fiction
piece doesn't tickle your fancy, it's over in... well, a flash before
something entirely different takes the stage. Ranging from the absurd to
the darkly comical, to the mundane daily occurrences framed humorously
to proof that tragedy is just comedy that tests your resolve to find the
punch line, to the refreshingly uninhibited invitations to just laugh
out loud over a story's elements, narration, situation or characters,
this collection most definitely traverses the broad terrain of humor's
territory.
Aside from the overtly forced cohesion inherent in a collection
that's based on a specific mood and structure, it's not always easy to
tease out a sense of unification in an anthology that encourages its
panoply of writers to offer up their very different takes on both a
style and a theme; however, Flash Fiction Funny's showcase of
talent quickly proves itself to be a celebration of how there's always
something to laugh at in any given scenario as long as you're looking at
it from the right vantage point, as well as being a wonderful reminder
that humor can be presented in a nigh inexhaustible number of ways.
While most offerings herein are straight-up slices of life, some are
framed differently enough to keep the flow of funny varied: there are
extended double entendres (like "On Collecting Porcelain Weiner Dogs,"
which is only ostensibly about collectible dachshunds), too-spot-on
satirical renderings of the outlandish writing prompts familiar to
anyone who's taken a creative-writing class ("Thirteen Writing
Prompts"), a disappointed mother's will ("Mother's Last Wishes"),
one-sided dialogues that need no second party because we've all been
through the grimly absurd motions at one point or another ("Interview"),
the failures of our prehistoric ancestors in their early attempts at
domesticating wolves presented as an academic paper ("Primitive Man
Tames the Wolf"), debased demigods ranging from a weary superhero ("This
City") and fairy-tale princes who clearly are not living all that
happily ever after after all ("Just Outside the Closet"), and
fictionalized encounters with famous literary figures ("Sunflowers of
Evil" and "Poets at the Boardinghouse," which were two of my favorite
pieces). Despite what may sound like jabs at either the audience or the
narrator, the humor here serves to highlight the fact that life's little
annoyances are the common ground we all share, that even our teachers,
parents, friends and idols are all powerless against the ravages of
time, are subject to all the failings of the flesh, and fall victim to
the ongoing frustrations that indefatigably dapple ordinary life; we
can't control what happens but we can control how we react, so why not
just suss out the salvageable chuckles and move on?
To me, the most successful stories here were the ones that stuck most
closely to that unspoken but implied philosophy by either refashioning
the staggeringly ordinary mundanities of everyday life into something
practically biblical--like "Egypt," the book's first piece, which
transforms the old-as-time battle of wills between a teenage son and his
oh-so-unfairly immovable father into something ripped from the Old
Testament, insect infestations, bodily ailments, frogs and all--or
offered up ironic commentary on easy targets, like "How to Waste Two
Hours of Life," which tells of a father/daughter bonding experience
where Dad is subjected to his daughter's favorite brain-rotting
reality-television show and is angrily compelled to keep watching this
drivel that he alternately loathes and can't tear his eyes from. What
makes these stories stand out is that they're social commentaries
without lobbing criticisms or resting on tired cliches: Parents and
children will never see eye-to-eye when their points of view are so
wildly incompatible; people will always be simultaneously disgusted by
and drawn to pop culture. These societal mainstays will always be
happening and each new ridiculous performance will bond each new player
to the legions before and after who have gone and will go through these
same motions.
The hilarity comes from the earnest immediacy we impart to these
spectacles, a futile farce we won't see until someone else grants us the
privilege of the observer's role: It is not the outcomes of these
moments that matter but what we take away from them. Learning from these
moments--and, more importantly, being able to laugh at them--is one of
life's most important lessons. Life is too serious to take seriously, so
have some fun at its expense whenever you can. Just don't presume to be
above the cosmic absurdity.
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