ROBERTA ALLEN
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Praise for The Traveling Woman

Short Short Stories

Published by Vehicle Editions  



"Quicksilver dreams...Think of these stories as koans, or comments on the human condition to which the only response can be a deeper recognition of isolation."
--The New York Times Book Review

"Allen's gift is for showing how things go sour between people unexpectedly...A quick read full of lightning-like emotional illuminations. Her evocation of the feeling of foreign places and the erotic waywardness they inspire is exactly right"
--Gary Indiana, The Village Voice

"Existing somewhere between narrative fiction and prose poetry, Allen's writings could be said to stretch the boundaries of both or bridge the narrowing gap between them."
--American Book Review

"Unabashedly raw, vivid and poetic. The author captures not only the turmoil but the wonder."
--Small Press

"In these short, often poignant fictions that disclose an adumbrated "self", otherness becomes the measure of life -- the unexpected. Written in the tradition of Robert Walser, the emotionally compressed texts present apartness as an irrevocable detail of everyday life. THE TRAVELING WOMAN is a splendid beginning for Roberta Allen."
--Walter Abish

Excerpt from "Noted With Pleasure," The New York Times Book Review


On board the freighter, the woman sits on deck, a book in her lap. "How can a trip reverse the damage already done," she wonders. The sea, as smooth as glass, looks as hard as ice. There is no land in sight: the horizon is so clearly defined, neither a ripple nor a cloud disturb the clean divide. The ship moves -- silent -- somewhere near the Canary Islands she is told; still two more days before they dock in Casablanca. Below in his cabin, her husband ponders maps. In the glaring light, the woman searches for a sign, an omen that will offer her a shred of hope, when suddenly a school of dolphins relieves the stillness. She clings to the image as the ship passes through a stretch of water swarming with millions of Portuguese man-of-war; her hope survives despite the creatures whose slimy bladder-like sacs float on the surface as far as the eye can see.

 

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