According to this post at the Guardian's books blog, short stories are back, bigger and badder than ever. Well, probably not bigger, for obvious reasons, but definitely badder. (Note to readers over the age of thirty: in this context, "badder" means "gooder" in much the same way "cool" can mean "hot" or "Paris" mean "slut". I know, I know: those crazy kids!)
I don't read many short stories, mainly because when I do I am often disappointed. Strangely, this disappointment is qualitatively different to that experienced when I read a poor or indifferent novel. Perhaps it's because I am experienced enough at reading novels to be able to articulate, if only to myself, what I like or dislike about a particular example. With short stories, as with poetry, I'm on less certain ground, which leads to frustration not only with the work, but with my own critical response. Then again, Borges is one of my favourite writers, and his fiction is all short stories, so maybe it's just that most other short story writers are shit. Yeah, that'd be it. (This is just the kind of flippant, ill-thought-out post that riles certain stuffed-shirt critics. I AM IN UR INTERNET RUINING UR CULTURAL DISCOURZE!)
It's a little early for New Year's resolutions, and I don't make them anyway because they're stupid, but if it was time for New Year's resolutions, and if I made them, then I might resolve to read more short stories. I might even resolve to read a short story each day, like this blogger, whom you'll note has only to read 165 short stories over the next twenty-four days to reach his goal.
And now, to round off this utterly pointless post in an utterly lazy way, I'm going to say hey, reader, why don't you tell me about your favourite short story/ies in the comments? And you're not allowed to say "Because it will encourage you to end more slapdash posts with ridiculous reader questions."