Enormous Changes at the Last Minute: Stories

Enormous Changes at the Last Minute: Stories

Grace Paley

Language: English

Pages: 198

ISBN: 0374515247

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

In this collection of short stories, originally published in 1974, Grace Paley "makes the novel as a form seem virtually redundant" (Angela Carter, London Review of Books). Her stories here capture "the itch of the city, love between parents and children" and "the cutting edge of combat" (Lis Harris, The New York Times Book Review). In this collection of seventeen stories, she creates a "solid and vital fictional world, cross-referenced and dense with life" (Walter Clemons, Newsweek).


















interesting world. So he really has no kicks coming, he’s just peevish. “We’re really a problem to you, Faith, we keep you not free,” Richard says. “Anyway, it’s true you’re crazy about anyone but us.” It’s true I do like the other kids. I am not too cool to say Alex’s Sharon really is a peach. But you, you stupid kid, Richard! Who could match me for pride or you for brilliance? Which one of the smart third-grade kids in a class of learned Jews, Presbyterians, and bohemians? You are one of the

thinking of a way to commit suicide,” but she coolly answers, “Faith, you’re not a bit fair, for Junior give it right back when he found out it was Richard’s.” O.K. Kitty says, “Faith, you’ll fall out of the tree, calm yourself.” She looks up, rolling her eyes to show direction, and I see a handsome man in narrow pants whom we remember from other Saturdays. He has gone to sit beside Lynn Ballard. He speaks softly to her left ear while she maintains her profile. He has never spoken to her

to Greenwich House. You’re in the fours,” he told her. Doug said, “Listen Tonto, there’s a war on. You’ll be a soldier too someday. I know you’re no sissy like some kids around here. You’ll fight for your country.” “Ha ha,” said Mrs. Junius Finn, “that’ll be the day. Oh, say, can you see?” The paraders made a little meeting just outside our discussion. They had to decide what next. The four grownups held the tongues of the children’s bells until that decision could be made. They were a group

of that kind of person. “What they’re doing is treason,” said Douglas. He had decided to explain and educate. “Signs on sticks aren’t allowed. In case of riot. It’s for their own protection too. They might turn against each other.” He was afraid that no one would find the real perpetrator if that should happen. “But Officer, I know these people. They’re decent citizens of this community,” said Phillip, though he didn’t live in the borough, city, or state, let alone vote in it. Doug looked at

live on East 172nd Street where there is a grocery store, a candy store, and a drugstore on one corner and on the same block a shul and two doctors’ offices. One Hundred and Seventy-second Street was a pile of shit, he said. Everyone was on relief except you. Thirty people had t.b. Citizens and noncitizens alike starving until the war. Thank God capitalism has a war it can pull out of the old feed bag every now and then or we’d all be dead. Ha ha. I’m glad that you’re not totally brainwashed by

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