At the Jim Bridger: Stories
Ron Carlson
Language: English
Pages: 208
ISBN: 0312286058
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Acclaim for Ron Carlson’s At the Jim Bridger “Carlson goes beyond conventions to create characters who in their strangeness become suddenly rich with life, their situations lying just beyond the edges of commonplace existence…. This collection of stories about people in the uncertain moral terrain of the American West consistently surprises and delights.” —Los Angeles Times “In At the Jim Bridger…Carlson does not throw one air ball. In these nine short stories and two elegant little sketches
blazing, nothing like it. It made everything make sense. My stupid life, the unending wind, the great state of Wyoming. You ever been in love?” Rusty cleaned himself up, his bachelor apartment, his clothing, his truck, and he trimmed his mustache and got out the old Western Wyoming College bulletins that had been in a drawer for six years. He was planning on a career in the Forest Service. The dog came to the mouth of the tent and looked Donner in the eye. Donner nodded his head and the dog
appears in The Big Esquire Book of Fiction and Symphony Space Selected Shorts Audio Vol XIV; “At the Jim Bridger” and “At Copper View” appear in The Ο. Henry Prize Stories 2001; “The Ordinary Son” appears in The Best American Short Stories 2000 and The Pushcart Prize Anthology 2001; “Disclaimer” appeared in Witness and The Human Project; “Single Woman for Long Walks on the Beach” appeared in The Hawaii Review. Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Carlson, Ron. At the Jim Bridger
touch, and I held the look, feeling it work in me, glide, and then I reset myself and opened my mouth. “You better not,” she said. “Not that our gal Debbie has assumed an interest in cooking or learned to cook or even how to gather and prepare half a meal, but it will be dinnertime soon, and where is the new husband? Shall we picture her there in your bright new kitchen, standing at the ready as if to open the fridge: What is that worried look on her face? I’m being such a bitch here. Is she
Rosemont, whose major activity was to sip whiskey while he talked about what he’d do to each of his former bosses on the various road crews and logging crews and at the telemarketing group and two restaurants where he’d worked. He’d already done some of it and was proud of vandalizing their private property, their lunches and cars, and the clever way he’d harassed them via telephone, scaring the wives and children of these men. I was scared of Leo Rosemont from the get-go. At four P.M. every