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A collection of short stories, most of them set in Indiana, focuses on the meddling of fact and fiction and includes a dozen satiric-but also sympathetic-tales written in the persona of Indiana's famous son, Dan Quayle.

Is it truth or fiction? Memoir or essay? Narrative or associative? To a writer like Michael Martone, questions like these are high praise. Martone’s studied disregard of form and his unruffled embrace of the prospect that nothing-no story, no life-is ever quite finished have yielded some of today’s most splendidly unconventional writing. Add to that an utter weakness for pop Americana and what Louise Erdrich has called a “deep affection for the ordinary,” and you have one of the few writers who could pull off something like . Up the steps of the Washington Monument, down the home stretch at the Indy Speedway, and across the parking lot of the Moon Winx Lodge in Tuscaloosa, Alabama, Martone chases, and is chased by, memories-and memories of memories. He writes about his grandfather’s job as a meter reader, those seventies-era hotels with atrium lobbies and open glass elevators, and the legendary temper of basketball coach Bob Knight.Martone, as Peter Turchi has said, looks “under stones the rest of us leave unturned.” So, what is he really up to when he dwells on the make of Malcolm X’s eyeglasses or the runner-up names for Snow White’s seven dwarfs? In “My Mother Invents a Tradition,” Martone tells how his mom, as the dean of girls at a brand-new high school in Fort Wayne, Indiana, “constructed a nostalgic past out of nothing.” Sitting at their dining room table, she came up with everything from the school colors (orange and brown) to the yearbook title (Bear Tracks). Look, and then look again, Martone is saying. “You never know. I never know.”

Four is the magic number in Michael Martone’s . In subject — four fifth Beatles, four tie knots, four retellings of the first Xerox, even the sex lives of the Fantastic Four — and in structure — the book is separated into four sections, with each section further divided into four chapterettes— returns again and again to its originating number, making chaos comprehensible and mystery out of the most ordinary.

Сказки — не для слабонервных: в них или пан, или пропал. Однако нас с детства притягивает их мир — не такой, как наш, но не менее настоящий. Это мир опасностей, убийств и предательств, вечного сна, подложных невест, страшно-прекрасных чудес и говорящих ослов.

Под двумя обложками-близнецами читателей ждут сорок историй со всего света. Апдайк, Китс, Петрушевская, Гейман и другие — вот они, современные сказочники. Но они и не сказочники вовсе, а искусные мастера литературы, а значит, тем больше у них шансов увести читателей в декорации слов, где вечные истории воплотятся вновь.

Вам страшно? Не беда. Жутко? Тем лучше. Не бойтесь темноты, вы ведь давно выросли. Хотя, быть может, это вам только кажется.