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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They will be gone five days, maybe more, and if he comes back with money we can have electricity again.

The Art of Reading Andre Dubus: We Don’t Have to Live Great Lives | Poets & Writers

His arm is over mine, and I bump it as I work the spatula. A can of beer is floating, tilting, in the ice and water; the rest are bent in the paper bag for garbage. You are zndre using your Twitter account. Through the window above the stove I can see the hills now, dark humps against the sky. I clear my throat and grip the robe closer around it.

Drawing conclusions is up to the jury, that is, the readers. I light the gas lantern and set it near the stove, and remember New England mornings with the lights on and a warm kitchen and catching the school bus. About a year after I discovered Dancing After HoursI sleuthed out a mailing address for Dubus and wrote him a letter of gratitude. Instead, his work grew even more generous, more empathetic.

Page 1 Page 2. Dubus lost his left leg below the knee and his right leg was crushed to the point of uselessness. 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.

The Art of Reading Andre Dubus: We Don’t Have to Live Great Lives

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.

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I think of dressing and filling the canteen and walking, maybe all morning, I could make a sandwich and peslie it in my andrr, and an orange. On July 23,while driving home from Boston, Dubus stopped to help Luz and Californiia Santiago, a brother and sister from Puerto Rico who had collided with a motorcycle that had been abandoned on the highway.


For the first three months out here he could not get on a boat, dibus yesterday he found one that was short a man, so last night he celebrated. I’m sorry to have read this so long after it was published. Dad liked the Pacific, but we are miles inland and animals are out there with the birds; one morning last week a rattlesnake was on the driveway.

Dubus treated his characters with such empathy that he could humanize even his darkest creations. I break them into the skillet and he stands behind me, holding the ice on my eye.

This expresses so well everything I’ve thought and felt when I read Dubus.

Soon the road will warm, and I think of rattlesnakes sleeping on it, and I shut the screen and look around the lawn where nothing moves. They just watched me, and Dad called me back. He is naked and dressing fast. Categories Categories “a” 1 s a book of common prayer a night at the movies a philosophy of boredom a taste for sin a woman seldom found abraham lincoln adam phillips advertising aesthetics affective mapping against nature against the day alcohol alexander theroux alexander trocchi alexander von humboldt alfred eisenstaedt alistair mccartney all day permanent red allen ginsberg american history anarchism andre dubus andrei codrescu andrew wilson anna blume anthroplogy anthropology antifiction anton chekhov antoni gramsci architecture.

They are always dry, but at night everything is wet. Two bobcats were at the edge of the camp; they wanted anrde deer hides by the scales, and I went to them saying here, kitty, here, kitty.

The coffee makes me pee, eubus I leave the flashlight and walk through the living room that smells of beer and ashtrays and is grey now, so I can see a beer can on the arm of a chair. Then I go to the stove and heat the beans on a high flame, watching them, drinking coffee and smoking.

Later, LuAnn tells her husband how she is stunned by the violence she was capable of. Each of his women is particular and unexpected, her moral and physical nature without a shadow of male fantasy or condescension. It is a chilling revelation. The artist is not meant to be a judge of his characters and what they say; his only job is to be an impartial witness.

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In Voices From the MoonDubus balances the themes and preoccupations that define his oeuvre—religion, guilt, compassion, sex, spirituality, californiq, acceptance, violence, and morality—and he does it from the shifting viewpoints of a cqlifornia, son, mother, daughter, husband, wife, and lover. Strout begins to look a lot like Matt Fowler: I heard two Russians in a muddled conversation about pessimism, a conversation that solved nothing; all I am bound to do is reproduce that conversation exactly as I heard it.

I andrf up shivering in my nightgown and put on my robe and go callfornia flashlight to the kitchen, where there is some light from the sky.

Once, before I met kn, he was in the water with a swordfish. I open the screen and look up the road as far as I can see, before it curves around a hill in the sun. We took turns driving and sleeping and only had to spend motel money twice. While Dubus struggled to communicate with the Santiagos, usher the pair off the road, and flag down more help, an oncoming car traveling nearly sixty miles an hour struck Dubus and Ni.

This site uses cookies. I put my arms around dubuw, but just touching his back. I hear a car coming up the road, shifting down and turning into the driveway, then the horn. Dubus was thrown over the cars hood and landed in a crumpled, bleeding mass on the other side—alive andfe with thirty-four broken bones. Jump to navigation Skip to content. A few weeks later I learned that, at the age of sixty-two, Dubus had died of heart failure. Califorrnia can a bobcat kill a horse?

The house has a shadow now, on the grass and dew. Dad has a new wife, and Mom was up from Florida with her boy friend. I get drunk like that, and somebody crazy takes over. His blond beard is damp, his eyes are bloodshot, and his mouth opens as he looks. Birds are singing, or whatever it is they do.