In the last several years a movement has been underway to declare May the month of the short story. As there are no governing bodies deciding what months mean — and that itself would be a hair-too-whimsical of a short story plot — this is a grassroots movement. To contribute to that movement, I hereby present, every day this month, a short-story link.
TODAY: Wireless, by Lynn Coady
Lynn Coady sums up literary Toronto in one character description in this wonderful story about art and artifice:
Dean, one of the Toronto silver foxes. Reformed. Now Dean is all about yoga — having developed one of those ropey, male yoga bodies, flexible to the point of the grotesque. Nicely recovered from the seventies bacchanals, when he had run a small poetry press out of his bedroom, getting sloppy punches thrown at him by Milton Acorn, sleeping with Leonard Cohen’s braless cast-offs. Dean now oversees an in-flight magazine.
