Best American Series: 20 Short Stories & Essays

Best American Series: 20 Short Stories & Essays

Megan Mayhew Bergman

Language: English

Pages: 163

ISBN: 2:00127907

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

The Best American series is the premier annual showcase for the country’s finest short fiction and nonfiction. This special edition contains selections from the following editions:
The Best American Short Stories edited by Geraldine Brooks
The Best American Essays edited by Edwidge Danticat
The Best American Mystery Stories edited by Harlan Coben
The Best American Science and Nature Writing edited by Mary Roach

Each volume’s series editor selects notable works from hundreds of magazines, journals, and websites. The special guest editor then chooses the best twenty or so pieces to publish. This unique system has made the Best American series the most respected – and most popular – of its kind.

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New Directions in Poetry and Prose (Volume 23)

Sex and the River Styx

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hours, imagining where they might go once they stepped beyond the aperture. "He's behind the eight ball," I said. "This kind of thing can tear up a family," my father said. "It can rip even a strong family to shreds. It's not easy to watch." "They need our help," I said. "You're saying we need to—" "We'll help however we can, Josh, but what I'm saying is we're not going to let them drag us into their problems." "I understand," I said, though I didn't. "What I'm saying is when Holly needs a

them. She was a bigamist many times over. I inherited my propensity for larceny from her. I loved my mother more than I could say." Renée was getting that dreamy look; she could go on for hours. "Why should I believe anything you say? I've heard too many inventions. You were going to use me, Renée." She'd said it too loud. People were looking their way. "Let me remind you, my motives may not have been pure, but where would you be without me, Delilah?" "I wouldn't be a suspect in a scheme to

fragile gaiety in the air, like the first minutes of a very lively party, ripples of giggles and laughter. A few women were in complete hysterical collapse—wailing, pounding the pavement, dragged along by men to the relative safety of the Primature. A cluster of women began singing hymns; soon other women would join them; they would not relent for days. There were women dancing. A very large woman wearing a yellow bra cradled an unmoving bloodied child in her arms. (For some reason, my memories

define a pacemaker as life support. We learned that if we called 911, emergency medical technicians would not honor my father's do-not-resuscitate order unless he wore a state-issued orange hospital bracelet. We also learned that no cardiology association had given its members clear guidance on when, or whether, deactivating pacemakers was ethical. (Last month that changed. The Heart Rhythm Society and the American Heart Association issued guidelines declaring that patients or their legal

wallabies and striated herons. But the horses are wild, the feral relics of white men who came to this district for the buffalo shooting in the late nineteenth century. The horses—"brumbies," in Australian—stand hock-deep in water and develop swamp cancer: tumorlike, pustulant growths on their legs and bellies and noses. This is the northern edge of a continent-wide herd of feral horses and donkeys—about 300,000 horses and more than 5 million donkeys nationwide. At Wongalara we flew low over

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