Leslie in California / by Andre Dubus. Dubus, Andre, (Author). General Note: “This copy of Leslie in California is number 87 in an edition limited to. mar Leslie in California Introduction The short story “Leslie in California”, is written by Andre Dubus in The short story “Leslie in California” is. ANDRE DUBUS’S fourth collection of short stories derives its title from a In ” Leslie in California” a young wife broods over the fact that her.
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For the first three months out here he could not get on a boat, then yesterday he found one that was short a man, so last night he celebrated. He waves and grins and gets in. I hear a car coming up the road, shifting down and turning into the driveway, then the horn.
There is no better evidence than the words he put to paper. Page 1 Page 2. Dubus was thrown over the cars hood and landed in a crumpled, bleeding mass on the other side—alive but with thirty-four broken bones.
About a year after I discovered Dancing After HoursI sleuthed out a mailing address for Dubus and wrote him a letter of gratitude. Overwhelmed and in continual pain, he slipped into a dark depression and, for a time, struggled to write fiction. Birds are singing, or whatever it is they do. I sit in the bathroom where it is darkest, and the seat is cold.
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He is naked and dressing fast. The bacon is curling brown.
I turn the eggs and count to four, then put them on a plate with bacon. You are commenting using your Twitter account. While many writers have written about the American family, few have written as well as Dubus from every point of view within the American family.
He was the deer camp duty officer one Sunday, and Mom and I brought him lunch. He comes to me and hugs me from behind, rubbing my hips through the robe, his breath sour beer with mint. I put on the bacon and smoke a cigarette, and when I hear him coming I stand at the stove so my back is to the door.
I hold my hand up at the car as they back into the road, then are gone downhill past the house. He had harpooned it and they were bringing it alongside, it was thrashing around in the water, and he tripped on some line and fell in with it.
There are moments when his generosity and tenderness can nearly overwhelm the reader, and it is a testament to his narrative skill that the stories never collapse into sentimentality.
I hear him going to the ice chest, the ice moving in there to his big hands. I think of dressing and filling the canteen and walking, maybe all morning, I could make a sandwich and bring it in my jacket, and an orange. Calirornia me do something for that eye. You are commenting using your WordPress. The accident was a massive blow to the ex-marine, who loved physical exercise especially running and weight liftingand who was, in some ways, defined by his physicality.
When he did tackle un again, what he wrote—the stories that would become Dancing After Hours —could easily have spiraled into bitterness and self-pity. He pours two cups, takes his to the table, and sits with a cigarette. Through the window above the stove I can see the hills now, dark leslke against the sky.
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The Art of Reading Andre Dubus: I put water on xndre stove and get bacon and eggs and milk from the ice chest. Once, before I met him, he was in the water with a swordfish. The best of his work leaves us feeling uneasy and vulnerable from the shock of recognition—nervous that this man not only knows our secrets, but that he might understand them better than we do.
From there I look at the back of his head. I get drunk like that, and somebody crazy takes over.
It is not only his devotion to the short story form that earned him comparisons to his beloved Chekhov, but his boundless capacity for compassion. Yesterday some men went hunting a bobcat in the hills. Joshua Bodwell is a Maine-based journalist and fiction writer. In Voices From the MoonDubus balances the themes and preoccupations that define his oeuvre—religion, guilt, compassion, sex, spirituality, tenderness, acceptance, violence, and morality—and he does it from the shifting viewpoints of a father, son, mother, daughter, husband, wife, and lover.
We came across country in an old Ford he worked on till it ran like it was young again. Drawing conclusions is up to the jury, that is, the readers.
Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: He had written to say he had found my letter, and then he did a beautiful thing: Such a plot could easily become soap opera, but with his plain language and astute characterization Dubus weaves a tale that leaves the reader feeling, if not affection, then at least empathy for every member of the family.
A few weeks later I learned that, at the age of sixty-two, Dubus had died of heart failure.