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The Remarkable Reinvention of Very Short Fiction: Sudden, Flash, Nano, Short-Short, Micro, Minificcion ...

Is very short fiction a renaissance or a reinvention ?Are these stories defined by length, and what does a story require? In this essay introducing WLT's special focus on the genre, Robert Shapard canvasses the globe to answer these questions. Some may call the stories "flash," but Shapard echoes Grace Paley's warning: very short stories "should be read like a poem, that is, slowly."

Very short fiction has many names, which vary by length of story and by country. In the United States, the most popular name, perhaps, is flash; in Latin America, the micro. On average, a very short fiction is ten times shorter than a traditional story, but numbers don't tell us everything. I prefer metaphors, like Luisa Valenzuela's:
 I usually compare the novel to a mammal, be
 it wild as a tiger or tame as a cow; the short
 story to a bird or a fish; the micro story to an
 insect (iridescent in the best cases). 

The popularity of these "iridescent insects" has continued to grow, worldwide, especially since the 1980s. In the United States, anthologies, collections, and chapbooks of them have sold about a million copies--not as many as a John Grisham best-seller, but notable nonetheless. TV and movie actors have read them to live audiences on Broadway, taped for airing later on National Public Radio's Selected Shorts. Minificcion world congresses have been held in Switzerland, Spain, Argentina, and other countries. In Great Britain, National Flash Fiction Day has been declared (as noted in the Guardian), as it has in New Zealand.

Yet few seem to know exactly why these tiny fictions have become popular, or even what they are. Are they an Internet fad? Are they short because TV and Twitter have shrunk our attention spans? If they are, Julian Gough, a highly awarded Irish novelist living in Germany, thinks it may be a good thing. In Best European Fiction 2010 (to which he contributed a very short story), he notes:
 My generation, and those younger,
 receive information not in long, coherent,
 self-contained units (a film, an album, a
 novel), but in short bursts, with wildly
 different tones. (Channel-hopping, surfing
 the Internet, while doing the iPod
 shuffle.) That changes the way we read
 fiction, and therefore must change the
 way we write it. This is not a catastrophe;
 it is an opportunity. We are free to do
 new things, which could not have been
 understood before now. The traditional
 story (retold ten thousand times) suffers
 from repetitive strain injury. Television
 and the Internet have responded to this
 crisis without losing their audience. Literary
 fiction has not. 

Gough's advice to young writers: "Steal from The Simpsons, not Henry James."

Even if very short works represent freedom for writers, most of us still equate "literary fiction" with the novel (certainly not The Simpsons), which may be one reason critics have given so little attention to works as brief as flash or sudden fiction. If we take a longer view, though, a different picture emerges. Great writers have been writing very short stories since long before the novel. Petronius wrote short-shorts in ancient Rome, and Marie de France wrote them in medieval times. It's true, ever since Defoe (at least in the English-speaking world), the novel--that is, the formal embodiment of narrative realism--has dominated fiction. But in the twentieth century, many writers, including Borges, Cortazar, Walser, Kafka, Buzzati, Calvino, Dinesen, and Kawabata, chose to return to very short works. Did they constitute a quiet renaissance of very short fiction that is only now, thanks to the vast powers of the Internet, flowering from Greenland to Indonesia with nanos, micros, suddens, and flashes?

Yes and no. For a long time in the United States, the only tradition was a kind of one-page story published by consumer magazines like Ladies Home Journal. ("Tradition" may be the wrong word here--an academic study at a California university made the case that the Journal had published exactly the same one-page story in every issue for the last fifty years. Details of setting and character did change, but it was always that same plot, the one with the happy twist at the end.)

But by 1985, when James Thomas and I began gathering very short stories for an anthology, Sudden Fiction, experimental works had been cropping up in literary magazines for a decade. They were never formulaic, often surprising, always challenging. Some used novelistic realism but on a completely different scale. Others edged into metafiction, like Grace Paley's funny, moving "Mother," which begins with the narrator saying she always wanted to end a story with "and then she died," and somehow manages to surprise us, a page later, by doing so. Others accelerated absurdly like Robert Fox's luminous story "A Fable," about a young man on the subway who is so, so happy going to his first day of work in the city that he falls in love with a pretty young woman seated across from him and they are married by the conductor before the next stop. Still others ran backward, like Hannah Voskuil's touching "Currents," told not in flashbacks (which return to the present) but in short paragraphs that journey relentlessly farther and farther into the past.

These stories weren't a renaissance of ancient forms. They were attempts to reinvent fiction.

Many writers, when we asked them about these new fictions, speculated on their relation to other genres. "The rhythmic form of the short-short story," Joyce Carol Oates said, "is often more temperamentally akin to poetry than to conventional prose, which generally opens out to dramatize experience and evoke emotion; in the smallest, tightest spaces, experience can only be suggested."

Others, like Russell Banks, tried to plumb the source of the form:
 It's its own self, and it's intrinsically different
 from the short story and more like
 the sonnet or ghazal--two quick moves
 in opposite directions, dialectical moves,
 perhaps, and then a leap to a radical resolution
 that leaves the reader anxious in
 a particularly satisfying way. The source,
 the need, for the form seems to me to be
 the same need that created Norse kennings,
 Zen koans, Sufi tales, where language
 and metaphysics grapple for holds
 like Greek wrestlers, and not the need
 that created the novel or the short story,
 even, where language and the social sciences
 sleep peacefully inside one another
 like bourgeois spoons. 

As James Thomas and I continued collecting, we noticed the shorter the work, the more it questioned the terms of "traditional" (realist) short-story characteristics. James posed the question, "How short can a story be and still truly be a story?" and coined the title Flash Fiction for a new anthology, published in 1992. Jerome Stern pushed this idea further in his anthology, Micro Fiction, in 1996. The stories he collected were less than half as long as most of James's flash fictions. A few years later, as the Internet became part of our lives, online magazines began to appear with ever-shorter fictions, new rules to the game, and of course new names, like quick fiction, nano fiction, and hint fiction. Critical thinking about short forms also began to appear, on sites like Double Room and FlashFictionNet, but the emphasis in the United States has always been on the creative and practical: the most popular topic about flash fiction is how to write it. Not surprisingly, most students would rather try writing a one-page flash than a twenty-five-page traditional story.

Is this a good way to learn writing? It can be. Consider Jayne Anne Phillips, whose reputation was made with a legendary collection of short fiction, Black Tickets, and whose recent novel Lark and Termite was a finalist for both the National Book Critics Circle Award and the National Book Award. As a young poet, long before the Internet, she taught herself to write by writing one-page fictions, finding a "secretive and subversive" freedom in the paragraph, because she filled its "innocent, workaday" form with powerful, lyrical images, which build on each other. "Good one-page fictions have a spiral construction: the words circle out from a dense, packed core, and the spiral moves through the words, past the boundary of the page," she says. "Fast, precise, over. And not over. The one-page fiction should hang in the air of the mind like an image made of smoke."

Phillips, though a lyrical writer, tells her students that one-pagers should be "real stories." For what's needed for a real story--its minimum requirements--we can look beyond the United States.

A few years ago, a world congress in very short fiction was held in the provincial capital of Neuquen, Argentina, attended by hundreds of scholars from around the world--Austria, Spain, Mexico, Brazil, Jamaica--the auditorium doors of the local university opened to the bright, late-spring days of November. I was there, too, with limited Spanish, though it was easy to understand the passion, humor, and brilliance in establishing the legitimacy of very short fiction in literary and cultural studies. Very short fictions in Latin America are, on the whole, shorter than in the United States, and questions about them are often concerned less with how short stories can be than with whether very short fictions need to be stories at all. At the same time, a micro or minificcion, like a sudden or a flash, can be voiced in any known mode--realism, metafiction, fantasy, allegory, parable, anecdote.

For example, consider Julio Cortazar's famous "A Continuity of Parks," about a man reading a mystery in which a man intent on murder goes through a city park, into an apartment, and, knife at the ready, sneaks up behind the very man who is reading the mystery. It's the kind of enigma bordering on the fantastical (and perhaps a metaphor for the act of reading) that people love in Latin American fiction--at the edge of traditional fiction, but still recognizably a narrative or story. Now consider this twelve-word reescritura (a popular form of minifiction involving the rewriting of well-known texts) by Mexican writer Edmundo Valades, titled "The Search":
 Those maddened sirens that howl roaming
 the city in search of Ulysses. 

The first thing we notice is the striking description of what may be ambulance sirens in a modern city, then, of course, how abruptly it stops, with the name Ulysses, and our recognition of the ancient story in which he is tied to the mast while the Sirens try to lure his ship onto the rocks; with that jolt of recognition come questions, reverberations. Are the ancient Sirens condemned to search forever, and even in a modern city, for the escaped Ulysses? Who is telling us this? We may think of Joyce's Leopold Bloom, a modern everyman--are the sirens in search of him, or the narrator, or all of us? As our thoughts expand, we may forget that the twelve words of "The Search" do not even make a complete sentence. It contains epics--but is it a story?

I've taken "The Search" from a study by Colin Peters, "Minificcion: A Narratological Investigation," published at the University of Vienna. The study draws on the work of some of the narratologists at the Argentina conference, such as Lauro Zavala and David Lagmanovich, as well as Gerard Genette, Tzvetan Todorov, Roland Barthes, and Shlomith Rimmon-Kenan, who gives the minimal requirement of a narrative as two events. (This echoes E. M. Forster's famous statement in his 1927 Oxford lectures, "The king died and then the queen died is a story.") By this criterion, "The Search" is not a story. Peters nonetheless accepts it as a minificcion, simply concluding that narrative isn't necessary to the genre.

However, Peru's Julio Ortega, at Brown University, argues for a lower threshold for story, based on a single event:
 The first story ever, I read somewhere,
 appears on an ancient Egyptian tablet and
 declares that "John went out on a trip."
 How do we know this is a flash fiction and
 not a document? Because no one during
 that time period could have left his town
 on his own will. Moreover, it encapsulates
 the high rhetoric of sudden fiction: it has
 a character (I call him "John," but he has
 one thousand names); there is a dominant
 action (the storytelling is fully present);
 and what is shown or said happens in
 time. Not less important, it announces
 the very rule of any story--the breaking
 of a code. John is an adventurer who
 stands against authority and decides to
 leave, to explore, to know. 

Might these criteria also apply to the novel? As Pulitzer Prize-winner Robert Olen Butler (a novelist who also writes flash fiction) has said, "Fiction is the art form of human yearning, no matter how long or short that work of fiction is."

I agree with Butler. It's a matter of focus. I collect very short fictions, but often like to lose myself in a novel. How lost can one get in a one-page story? Sometimes I want both, the intensity of the very short and the feel of a novel, however fleeting, and then I prefer a sudden fiction, which may run four or five pages. Many a wonderful writer prefers this length, authors who have won Obies, Oscars, Pulitzers, and even the Nobel.

But we have mostly been thinking about extremely short fiction here. It's appropriate to give the last word, literally, to Guillermo Samperio, a Mexican writer whose story "Fantasma" ("Phantasm" or "Ghost") is a story of no words at all, just the title followed by a blank page.

WLT's feature in this issue of very short fiction is as various as you will find anywhere. These works, by eleven authors from ten countries, take many forms and range in length from sudden (about two pages) to flash (about a page) to micro (less than half a page). Carmen Boullosa's story is an anecdote, Josefine Klougart's is a prose poem, Hisham Bustani's is a political rallying cry, and Vanessa Gebbie's is a pure flash fiction--its vivid description doesn't explain but rather suggests or invokes a story. Among the sudden fictions, Andres Neuman's and Lili Potpara's stories are straightforward, but with emotional complexities for the reader to unfold. Luis Jorge Boone's sudden is an homage to Jorge Luis Borges (note the "labyrinths" near the end). The micros challenge our intellects and powers of observation: Alex Epstein's "More True Superheroes" asks what is truly extraordinary about characters; Clemens Setz's "On the Conductivity of Monks" questions the relation between borrowed texts and fiction. If you are new to reading flashes and micros, be warned, they are so short they are easy to dismiss. Grace Paley said they "should be read like a poem, that is, slowly"--and if you find one particularly troubling, or to your liking, one of the pleasures of very short fiction is that it takes only a moment to reread and reflect.

Austin, Texas

For Further Reading

Tania Hershman, My Mother Was an Upright Piano (Tangent, 2012)


Etgar Keret, Suddenly, a Knock on the Door (Farrar, Straus & Giroux, 2012)

Tara L. Masih, ed. Field Guide to Writing Flash Fiction (Rose Metal Press, 2009)

Qi Shouhua, ed. The Pearl Jacket and Other Stories: Flash Fiction from Contemporary China (Stone Bridge Press, 2008)

Robert Shapard & James Thomas, eds. New Sudden Fiction: Short-Short Stories from America and Beyond (W. W. Norton & Co., 2007)

Ana Maria Shua, Without a Net , Steven J. Stewart, tr. (Hanging Loose Press, 2012)

Robert Shapard is editor, with James Thomas and Christopher Merrill, of an anthology of very short fiction forthcoming from W. W. Norton, Flash Fiction International. Another recent world anthology is Sudden Fiction Latino, very short fictions from Latin America and the United States, which he edited with James Thomas and Ray Gonzalez in 2010. He lives in Austin, Texas.
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Author:Shapard, Robert
Publication:World Literature Today
Article Type:Critical essay
Date:Sep 1, 2012
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