{"id":8155,"date":"2018-07-06T00:55:57","date_gmt":"2018-07-06T00:55:57","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/orcutt.net\/weblog\/?p=8155"},"modified":"2018-07-06T00:55:57","modified_gmt":"2018-07-06T00:55:57","slug":"chris-orcutts-favorite-short-stories","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/orcutt.net\/weblog\/chris-orcutts-favorite-short-stories\/","title":{"rendered":"Chris Orcutt\u2019s Favorite Short Stories"},"content":{"rendered":"

Two weeks ago, I wrote about the back\u00adsto\u00adry of my short sto\u00adry col\u00adlec\u00adtion The Man, The Myth, The Leg\u00adend<\/em>, explain\u00ading what was hap\u00adpen\u00ading in my life at the time to inspire me to write those sto\u00adries about 10 larg\u00ader-than-life men from all walks of life.<\/p>\n

This week I\u2019d like to share some of my favorite short sto\u00adries with you. Most of these I read for the first time in my teens or ear\u00adly 20s and have reread them dozens of times since. All of them have this in com\u00admon: cer\u00adtain sen\u00adtences make my heart pound and lit\u00ader\u00adal\u00adly take my breath away.<\/p>\n

These sto\u00adries, and their best sen\u00adtences, are what made me want to be a writer in the first place, and I\u2019ve found that when I reread them, they give me the same rush of inspi\u00adra\u00adtion and aes\u00adthet\u00adic plea\u00adsure that they always have.<\/p>\n

So, with\u00adout fur\u00adther ado, here they are (in no par\u00adtic\u00adu\u00adlar order):<\/p>\n

\u201cThe Lady or the Tiger?\u201d by Frank R. Stockton<\/h2>\n

One artist\u2019s take on the world of \u201cThe Lady or the Tiger?\u201d<\/p><\/div>\n

Pub\u00adlished in The Cen\u00adtu\u00adry<\/em> mag\u00ada\u00adzine in 1882, \u201cThe Lady or the Tiger?\u201d has teased and tan\u00adta\u00adlized read\u00aders for almost 150 years. Why has a short sto\u00adry had this effect on read\u00aders? Because of its deli\u00adcious\u00adly ambigu\u00adous end\u00ading.<\/p>\n

The sto\u00adry, actu\u00adal\u00adly more of a tale<\/em>, is about a king\u00addom long ago, in which a \u201csemi-bar\u00adbar\u00adic\u201d king metes out jus\u00adtice by plac\u00ading the accused in an are\u00adna and hav\u00ading him choose one of two doors to be opened. Behind one door is a fair lady; if the accused choos\u00ades that door, he and the lady are imme\u00addi\u00adate\u00adly mar\u00adried. If, how\u00adev\u00ader, he choos\u00ades the oth\u00ader door, out springs a rav\u00aden\u00adous tiger. In this way, the king allows fate to deter\u00admine jus\u00adtice.<\/p>\n

One day, the king\u2019s daugh\u00adter, a beau\u00adti\u00adful princess, falls in love with a young man in the king\u00addom. The king finds out about it and puts him into the are\u00adna. And before the young man makes his choice, he looks to the princess for a hint about which door he should choose.<\/p>\n

The princess responds with a deft move\u00adment of her right hand, but because we know some\u00adthing of the princess\u2019 \u201csemi-bar\u00adbar\u00adic\u201d and jeal\u00adous nature, it\u2019s unclear whether she directs her lover to the door with the lady behind it, or to the tiger.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m some\u00adthing of a pes\u00adsimist, so I\u2019ve always believed that the princess directs him to the door with the tiger. Being jeal\u00adous and \u201csemi-bar\u00adbar\u00adic\u201d like her father, she decides (in my opin\u00adion) that if she can\u2019t have her lover, no oth\u00ader woman will.<\/p>\n

My favorite sen\u00adtence in this sto\u00adry, besides the last one (in which Stock\u00adton asks the read\u00ader which s\/he thinks came out of the door, the lady or the tiger) is this one:<\/p>\n

\u201cThe semi-bar\u00adbar\u00adic king had a daugh\u00adter as bloom\u00ading as his most florid fan\u00adcies, and with a soul as fer\u00advent and impe\u00adri\u00adous as his own.\u201d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

\u201cA Duel\u201d by Guy De Maupassant<\/h2>\n
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An old mag\u00ada\u00adzine illus\u00adtra\u00adtion of the cli\u00admac\u00adtic moment of \u201cA Duel.\u201d<\/p><\/div>\n

This sto\u00adry, which takes place short\u00adly after the Fran\u00adco-Pruss\u00adian War, opens with these three sen\u00adtences: \u201cThe war was over. The Ger\u00admans occu\u00adpied France. The whole coun\u00adtry was pul\u00adsat\u00ading like a con\u00adquered wrestler beneath the knee of his vic\u00adto\u00adri\u00adous oppo\u00adnent.\u201d<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve loved this sto\u00adry since the first time I read it, back when I was 16, in sopho\u00admore Eng\u00adlish.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s a very short sto\u00adry, with a very sim\u00adple plot line: a French\u00adman is accost\u00aded by a Pruss\u00adian sol\u00addier on a train, and when the train makes a brief stop, the French\u00adman kills the sol\u00addier in a duel.<\/p>\n

My favorite sen\u00adtence in the sto\u00adry is actu\u00adal\u00adly a line of dia\u00adlogue by the sol\u00addier, who says to the French\u00adman,<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll cut off your mus\u00adtache to fill my pipe with.\u201d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

\u201cThe Short Happy Life of Francis Macomber\u201d by Ernest Hemingway<\/strong><\/h2>\n

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When I was in my ear\u00adly 20s, I revered Hemingway\u2019s sto\u00adries, but as I\u2019ve matured and reread them, I\u2019ve found most of them, while clear and clean\u00adly writ\u00adten, to be devoid of any real feel\u00ading.<\/p>\n

Most of them, that is.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe Short Hap\u00adpy Life of Fran\u00adcis Macomber\u201d is about a wealthy man and his wife on a hunt\u00ading safari with a great white hunter, Robert Wil\u00adson. Macomber reveals him\u00adself to be a cow\u00adard, and there\u2019s three-way con\u00adflict between him, his wife and the hunter (with whom she\u2019s shared a bed dur\u00ading the safari). But what makes this a tour de force of a sto\u00adry, show\u00ading that, when he want\u00aded to, Ernest Hem\u00ading\u00adway could do a 360-tom\u00ada\u00adhawk slam dunk with the writ\u00ading, is a sec\u00adtion of the sto\u00adry when Hem\u00ading\u00adway goes into the mind of the lion Macomber gut-shot. The lion is hid\u00ading in tall grass as Macomber and Wil\u00adson walk in after him, and he\u2019s mar\u00adshal\u00ading all his strength for a final attack:<\/p>\n

\u201cAll of him, pain, sick\u00adness, hatred and all of his remain\u00ading strength, was tight\u00aden\u00ading into an absolute con\u00adcen\u00adtra\u00adtion for a rush.\u201d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

I should men\u00adtion that Hemingway\u2019s \u201cShort Hap\u00adpy Life\u201d par\u00adtial\u00adly inspired my sto\u00adry \u201cThe Last Great White Hunter,\u201d in my sto\u00adry col\u00adlec\u00adtion The Man, The Myth, The Leg\u00adend<\/em>.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe Chaste Clarissa\u201d by John Cheever<\/h2>\n
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The New York\u00ader, 14 June 1952, which con\u00adtains \u201cThe Chaste Claris\u00adsa.\u201d<\/p><\/div>\n

In this sto\u00adry, a rake with a Latin com\u00adplex\u00adion named Bax\u00adter pur\u00adsues a \u201cred-head\u00aded, deep-breast\u00aded, slen\u00adder, and indo\u00adlent\u201d young wife named Claris\u00adsa. The sto\u00adry has a fairy\u00adtale qual\u00adi\u00adty about it\u2014that of a preda\u00adtor pur\u00adsu\u00ading inno\u00adcent, beau\u00adti\u00adful, quiv\u00ader\u00ading prey; aspects of \u201cLit\u00adtle Red Rid\u00ading Hood\u201d come to mind.<\/p>\n

All through the sto\u00adry, which is told exclu\u00adsive\u00adly from Baxter\u2019s POV, we see his schem\u00ading to get Claris\u00adsa into bed. Indeed, my favorite sen\u00adtence in the sto\u00adry is one where Bax\u00adter is remark\u00ading to him\u00adself about how vul\u00adner\u00ada\u00adble Claris\u00adsa is:<\/p>\n

\u201cThe inti\u00adma\u00adtions of sus\u00adcep\u00adti\u00adbil\u00adi\u00adty that came from her in the sum\u00admer night were so pow\u00ader\u00adful, so heady, that they con\u00advinced Bax\u00adter that here was a woman whose chasti\u00adty hung by a thread.\u201d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

If you enjoy read\u00ading analy\u00adses of short sto\u00adries rather than the sto\u00adries them\u00adselves, check out this analy\u00adsis<\/a> of \u201cThe Chaste Claris\u00adsa.\u201d It\u2019s impres\u00adsive in its detail, even though I can tell you as a fic\u00adtion writer that ana\u00adlyz\u00ading fic\u00adtion is noth\u00ading like writ\u00ading it.<\/p>\n

\u201cTo Build a Fire\u201d by Jack London<\/h2>\n
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A mag\u00ada\u00adzine illus\u00adtra\u00adtion of a scene from the sto\u00adry.<\/p><\/div>\n

Chances are, you had to read this sto\u00adry in high school Eng\u00adlish class, and it might even be one of your favorites, too. In the sto\u00adry, an unnamed man in the Klondike sets out in sub\u00adze\u00adro weath\u00ader to walk to a dis\u00adtant trading\/trapping post. Turns out, it\u2019s 50 degrees below zero\u2014suicidally cold\u2014and while walk\u00ading over a stream that he thinks is frozen, the man\u2019s feet break through, and he has to get a fire start\u00aded imme\u00addi\u00adate\u00adly.<\/p>\n

My favorite sen\u00adtence in the sto\u00adry is actu\u00adal\u00adly a short pas\u00adsage of two sen\u00adtences; it\u2019s a descrip\u00adtion of the spruce tree under which the man has built his fire:<\/p>\n

\u201cNow the tree under which he had done this car\u00adried a weight of snow on its boughs. No wind had blown for weeks, and each bough was ful\u00adly freight\u00aded.\u201d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

The image of the spruce bough \u201cful\u00adly freight\u00aded\u201d with snow has stuck with me for over 40 years, from the time I first read \u201cTo Build a Fire\u201d at six years old in a copy of Jack London\u2019s Sto\u00adries for Boys<\/em> my grand\u00adfa\u00adther gave me. I still have this copy on the book\u00adcase that looms over my bed. The book\u00adcase serves as a head\u00adboard and a con\u00adstant reminder of what I\u2019ve been put here to do\u2014write.<\/p>\n

And any\u00adtime I\u2019m in the woods after a heavy snow\u00adstorm, whether I\u2019m hik\u00ading or cross-coun\u00adtry ski\u00ading, I think of those \u201cful\u00adly freight\u00aded\u201d spruce boughs.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe Smoker\u201d and \u201cSerendipity\u201d by David Schickler<\/h2>\n

One ver\u00adsion of the KISSING IN MANHATTAN cov\u00ader.<\/p><\/div>\n

Both of these sto\u00adries appear in the col\u00adlec\u00adtion Kiss\u00ading in Man\u00adhat\u00adtan<\/em>, which came out in 2001, but I first read \u201cThe Smok\u00ader\u201d in The New York\u00ader<\/em> two or three years before the col\u00adlec\u00adtion appeared.<\/p>\n

All of the sto\u00adries in the col\u00adlec\u00adtion are inter\u00adcon\u00adnect\u00aded, linked togeth\u00ader in that each sto\u00adry fea\u00adtures a char\u00adac\u00adter that lives in a Man\u00adhat\u00adtan apart\u00adment build\u00ading called the Pre\u00ademp\u00adtion.<\/p>\n

In \u201cThe Smok\u00ader,\u201d Nicole Bon\u00adner, a senior at a pri\u00advate girls\u2019 school, and her Eng\u00adlish teacher, Dou\u00adglas Kerchek, fall in love. Dou\u00adglas dis\u00adcov\u00aders that not only do the girl\u2019s par\u00adents approve of their mar\u00adry\u00ading, they\u2019re actu\u00adal\u00adly push\u00ading for it.<\/p>\n

Back when I first read the sto\u00adry, I had recent\u00adly left teach\u00ading high school his\u00adto\u00adry in Freeport, Maine, where I\u2019d had a few whip-smart and pret\u00adty stu\u00addents like the char\u00adac\u00adter Nicole Bon\u00adner. The bizarre sit\u00adu\u00ada\u00adtion Dou\u00adglas Kerchek finds him\u00adself in, and how Kerchek han\u00addles it, is both fun\u00adny and riv\u00adet\u00ading. My favorite sen\u00adtence in the sto\u00adry is this:<\/p>\n

\u201cThe Bon\u00adner pent\u00adhouse was the kind of lair that nefar\u00adi\u00adous urban\u00adites like Lex Luthor occu\u00adpied in films.\u201d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Anoth\u00ader sto\u00adry I love from Kiss\u00ading in Man\u00adhat\u00adtan<\/em> is \u201cSerendip\u00adi\u00adty,\u201d in which an ugly, mid\u00addle-aged man, Leonard Bunce, lusts after his rich, gor\u00adgeous, blonde co-work\u00ader, Han\u00adnah Glo\u00adry\u00adbrook.<\/p>\n

This sto\u00adry is sexy. Actu\u00adal\u00adly, it\u2019s the Glo\u00adry\u00adbrook char\u00adac\u00adter who gen\u00ader\u00adates all of the heat, and I have to admit that cer\u00adtain ele\u00adments of her char\u00adac\u00adter inspired my femme fatale<\/em>, Shay Con\u00adnol\u00adly, in A Real Piece of Work<\/em>.<\/p>\n

In the sto\u00adry, Han\u00adnah catch\u00ades on to the fact that Leonard has been lust\u00ading after her, and she plays a game with him, agree\u00ading to have sex with him if he can guess what her wealthy father does for a liv\u00ading. The sto\u00adry has a fairy\u00adtale qual\u00adi\u00adty, like \u201cBeau\u00adty and the Beast.\u201d My favorite sen\u00adtence in the sto\u00adry is this one:<\/p>\n

\u201cLeonard real\u00adized that this scent was some\u00adthing that was with Han\u00adnah always, some\u00adthing that she put on, and radi\u00adat\u00aded, and gave like an inher\u00adi\u00adtance to the world around her.\u201d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

\u201cIn the Cart\u201d and \u201cThe Lady with the Dog\u201d by Anton Chekhov<\/strong><\/h2>\n
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A still from a YouTube movie of \u201cIn the Cart.\u201d<\/p><\/div>\n

I could list a dozen of Chekhov\u2019s sto\u00adries among my favorites, but these two are, in my opin\u00adion, his absolute best. Why? Because Chekhov pos\u00adsessed the abil\u00adi\u00adty to make you, the read\u00ader, feel deeply with just a few words.<\/p>\n

With a sin\u00adgle sen\u00adtence, Anton Chekhov could break the read\u00ader\u2019s heart.<\/p>\n

\u201cIn the Cart\u201d (some\u00adtimes trans\u00adlat\u00aded from the Russ\u00adian as \u201cA Jour\u00adney by Cart\u201d) is about a school\u00adteacher, Marya Vasi\u00adlyev\u00adna, who lives in the remote Russ\u00adian coun\u00adtry\u00adside. The action of the sto\u00adry takes place dur\u00ading her once-a-week trip to civ\u00adi\u00adliza\u00adtion. Writ\u00adten from her point of view, the sto\u00adry is filled with her mus\u00adings about her wretched life, and her fan\u00adta\u00adsiz\u00ading about being mar\u00adried to a noble\u00adman pass\u00ading her cart on horse\u00adback. At one point, Marya is reflect\u00ading on the fact that her par\u00adents are dead and she has lost touch with her sib\u00adlings.<\/p>\n

Above I men\u00adtioned Chekhov\u2019s abil\u00adi\u00adty to break the read\u00ader\u2019s heart with a sin\u00adgle sen\u00adtence, and \u201cIn the Cart\u201d pro\u00advides what I con\u00adsid\u00ader the best exam\u00adple of this in all of his sto\u00adries. The speci\u00adfici\u00adty of detail in the fol\u00adlow\u00ading sen\u00adtence from the sto\u00adry not only breaks my heart every time I read it, but it also takes my breath away because of its genius:<\/p>\n

\u201cOf her for\u00admer belong\u00adings her mother\u2019s pho\u00adto\u00adgraph was now her only pos\u00adses\u00adsion, and this had been so fad\u00aded by the damp\u00adness of the school that her mother\u2019s fea\u00adtures had all dis\u00adap\u00adpeared except the eye\u00adbrows and hair.\u201d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Just typ\u00ading that brings tears to my eyes.<\/p>\n

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A still from a nice Russ\u00adian ren\u00addi\u00adtion of \u201cThe Lady with the Dog.\u201d<\/p><\/div>\n

\u201cThe Lady with the Dog\u201d is my unequiv\u00ado\u00adcal favorite short sto\u00adry by any writer of any peri\u00adod, and I\u2019ve read it at least 100 times.<\/p>\n

In terms of its struc\u00adture, it\u2019s a very sim\u00adple sto\u00adry: a mid\u00addle-aged ser\u00adi\u00adal adul\u00adter\u00ader, Gurov, falls for a younger, mar\u00adried woman, Anna Sergeyev\u00adna, and what he thinks is just anoth\u00ader fling turns into full-blown love\u2014something his Casano\u00adva per\u00adson\u00adal\u00adi\u00adty isn\u2019t equipped to deal with.<\/p>\n

There are many things that make this sto\u00adry a mas\u00adter\u00adpiece, but to me three qual\u00adi\u00adties real\u00adly stand out: 1) the tru\u00adly unique details, 2) the clar\u00adi\u00adty of the scenes, and 3) the over\u00adall econ\u00ado\u00admy of the sto\u00adry.<\/p>\n

When you fin\u00adish \u201cThe Lady with the Dog,\u201d you feel as though you\u2019ve had the rich, full-bod\u00adied emo\u00adtion\u00adal expe\u00adri\u00adence of a nov\u00adel. These three qual\u00adi\u00adties of \u201cThe Lady with the Dog\u201d are ones that I\u2019ve striv\u00aden to emu\u00adlate in my own short sto\u00adries, includ\u00ading the col\u00adlec\u00adtion The Man, The Myth, The Leg\u00adend<\/em>, and in the chap\u00adters of my nov\u00adel One Hun\u00addred Miles from Man\u00adhat\u00adtan<\/em>.<\/p>\n

Every sen\u00adtence in \u201cThe Lady with the Dog\u201d is a gem, so it\u2019s impos\u00adsi\u00adble for me to choose just one as my favorite. Rather, here are the three sen\u00adtences that, every time I read them, lit\u00ader\u00adal\u00adly make me gasp. Every time I read them, I resolve to try hard\u00ader in my own writ\u00ading:<\/p>\n

\u201cHe could remem\u00adber care\u00adfree, good-natured women who were exhil\u00ada\u00adrat\u00aded by love-mak\u00ading and grate\u00adful to him for the hap\u00adpi\u00adness he gave them, how\u00adev\u00ader short-lived; and there had been others\u2014his wife among them\u2014whose caress\u00ades were insin\u00adcere, affect\u00aded, hys\u00adter\u00adi\u00adcal, mixed up with a great deal of quite unnec\u00ades\u00adsary talk, and whose expres\u00adsion seemed to say that all this was not just love\u00admak\u00ading or pas\u00adsion, but some\u00adthing much more sig\u00adnif\u00adi\u00adcant; then there had been two or three beau\u00adti\u00adful, cold women, over whose fea\u00adtures flit\u00adted a preda\u00adto\u00adry expres\u00adsion, betray\u00ading a deter\u00admi\u00adna\u00adtion to wring from life more than it could give, women no longer in their first youth, capri\u00adcious, irra\u00adtional, despot\u00adic, brain\u00adless, and when Gurov had cooled to these, their beau\u00adty aroused in him noth\u00ading but repul\u00adsion, and the lace trim\u00adming on their under\u00adclothes remind\u00aded him of fish-scales.\u201d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Lat\u00ader on, after Gurov and Anna swear nev\u00ader to see each oth\u00ader again, he goes to the city where she lives and seeks her out at the open\u00ading night of an opera:<\/p>\n

\u201cShe seat\u00aded her\u00adself in the third row of the stalls, and when Gurov\u2019s glance fell on her, his heart seemed to stop, and he knew in a flash that the whole world con\u00adtained no one near\u00ader or dear\u00ader to him, no one more impor\u00adtant to his hap\u00adpi\u00adness.\u201d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Final\u00adly, in the con\u00adclud\u00ading scene of the sto\u00adry, when the two of them are togeth\u00ader again for a brief assig\u00adna\u00adtion, Gurov notices in the mir\u00adror that his hair has turned gray since he began the affair with Anna a few years ago. She is upset, and when he attempts to com\u00adfort her, her shoul\u00adders are warm and quiv\u00ader\u00ading.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe felt a pity for this life, still so warm and exquis\u00adite, but prob\u00ada\u00adbly soon to fade and droop like his own.\u201d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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Still from \u201cThe Lady with the Lit\u00adtle Dog,\u201d 1960.<\/p><\/div>\n

This sto\u00adry has had a deep influ\u00adence on my writ\u00ading. You can see this influ\u00adence in the chap\u00adters \u201cHabit\u00adu\u00adal Thought\u201d and \u201cHummingbird\u2019s Heart\u00adbeat\u201d in One Hun\u00addred Miles from Man\u00adhat\u00adtan<\/em>, as well as the short sto\u00adry \u201cThe Blonde Imper\u00ada\u00adtive\u201d in The Man, The Myth, The Leg\u00adend<\/em>.<\/p>\n

Well, there you have it: my favorite short sto\u00adries. I\u2019m sure the sec\u00adond I post this piece, I\u2019ll think of a dozen oth\u00aders that I should have list\u00aded, but I want\u00aded to high\u00adlight the ones that come straight off the top of my head because those are clear\u00adly the ones that have stuck with me.<\/p>\n

If you haven\u2019t read some of them, may I sug\u00adgest you do so right now? Here\u2019s a link<\/a> to the short sto\u00adry \u201cThe Lady with the Dog.\u201d (This is the link to the 1960 Russ\u00adian movie of the sto\u00adry <\/a>on YouTube.<\/a>)<\/p>\n

And if you haven\u2019t already, when you fin\u00adish read\u00ading these sto\u00adries, pick up my The Man, The Myth, The Leg\u00adend<\/em>, as well as One Hun\u00addred Miles from Man\u00adhat\u00adtan<\/em> (which chap\u00adters began their lives as short sto\u00adries), and see if you can find oth\u00ader exam\u00adples where my favorites influ\u00adenced my writ\u00ading.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Two weeks ago, I wrote about the back\u00adsto\u00adry of my short sto\u00adry col\u00adlec\u00adtion The Man, The Myth, The Leg\u00adend, explain\u00ading what was hap\u00adpen\u00ading in my\u2026<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":8174,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"wp_typography_post_enhancements_disabled":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,4,491,19,5,76,9,177,39,43,13,14,233],"tags":[492,494,218,499,493,502,501,131,497,122,498,495,230,478,496,477,500],"class_list":["post-8155","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-craft","category-favebooks","category-favorite-short-stories","category-fiction","category-helpfulsites","category-process","category-reference","category-research","category-short-stories","category-the-man-the-myth-the-legend","category-writers","category-writingexperiences","category-writing-life","tag-anton-chekhov","tag-cheever","tag-chekhov","tag-david-schickler","tag-ernest-hemingway","tag-faves","tag-favorites","tag-fiction-2","tag-frank-stockton","tag-hemingway","tag-jack-london","tag-john-cheever","tag-maupassant","tag-short-stories","tag-stockton","tag-stories","tag-the-chaste-clarissa"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/orcutt.net\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8155","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/orcutt.net\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/orcutt.net\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/orcutt.net\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/orcutt.net\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8155"}],"version-history":[{"count":10,"href":"https:\/\/orcutt.net\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8155\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8177,"href":"https:\/\/orcutt.net\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8155\/revisions\/8177"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/orcutt.net\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/8174"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/orcutt.net\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8155"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/orcutt.net\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8155"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/orcutt.net\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8155"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}