AuntShecky
01-08-2010, 02:51 PM
A theme in poem recently posted by qimissung reminded me of a published short story which I'd read about 20 years ago. I don't know which year!
The author was female, and I can't remember who it was, but I'm guessing a well-known name, like Lorrie Moore or Bobby Ann Mason, but not Margaret Atwood or Alice Munro. I'm pretty sure the author is American or Canadian, not British. The story definitely falls under the sub-genre of "feminist Literature."
The title was something like ""Boys," "Boyfriends," or "Men I Have Known." The language was very explicit in certain sections, but in a D.H. Lawrence-type kind of sensuality, not porno. The story could be a poster child for "redeeming social qualities," but the moral is implicit, not spelled out.
The first-person narrator recounts every single romantic encounter she'd experienced from childhood to adulthood, stated matter-of-factly, not a whine in the entire story. Even though every one of these episodes were so-called "consensual" the reader gets the feeling that the narrator/protagonist has been exploited by the opposite sex for her entire life.
I'm certain I read the story in a anthology of prize-winning stories, either The Pushcart Prize or the Best Short Stories of 19??
Does this story ring a bell to anybody out there?
The author was female, and I can't remember who it was, but I'm guessing a well-known name, like Lorrie Moore or Bobby Ann Mason, but not Margaret Atwood or Alice Munro. I'm pretty sure the author is American or Canadian, not British. The story definitely falls under the sub-genre of "feminist Literature."
The title was something like ""Boys," "Boyfriends," or "Men I Have Known." The language was very explicit in certain sections, but in a D.H. Lawrence-type kind of sensuality, not porno. The story could be a poster child for "redeeming social qualities," but the moral is implicit, not spelled out.
The first-person narrator recounts every single romantic encounter she'd experienced from childhood to adulthood, stated matter-of-factly, not a whine in the entire story. Even though every one of these episodes were so-called "consensual" the reader gets the feeling that the narrator/protagonist has been exploited by the opposite sex for her entire life.
I'm certain I read the story in a anthology of prize-winning stories, either The Pushcart Prize or the Best Short Stories of 19??
Does this story ring a bell to anybody out there?