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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I get drunk like that, and somebody crazy takes over. Leave a Leelie Cancel reply Enter your comment here Dubus describes in visceral language how LuAnn savagely defends herself against what is surely an attempted rape. The accident was a massive blow to the ex-marine, who loved physical exercise especially running and weight liftingand who was, in some ways, defined by his physicality. The young man, only twenty-three, was killed instantly.

The first time I met Dubus III in person, he told me about the unexpected way his father had influenced his art.

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. Andre Dubus cared a great deal for people. From there I look at the back of his head.

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

Notify me of new comments via email. Let me do something for that eye. The best of his work leaves us feeling uneasy and vulnerable from the shock of recognition—nervous that this man not only knows our secrets, but that he might understand them better than we do. I’m sorry to have read this so long after it was published. I could count them, know how many it takes. I turn the eggs and count to four, then put them on a plate with bacon.


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

I turn around and look up at him, and he steps back. He pours two cups, takes his to the table, and sits with a cigarette. I lay the bacon on the paper towel and open the door to pour out some of the grease; I look at the steps before I go out. Jump to navigation Skip to content. We took turns driving and sleeping and only had to spend motel money twice. There are moments when his generosity and tenderness can nearly overwhelm the reader, and it is a testament to his narrative skill that the stories never collapse into sentimentality.

Andre Dubus was enamored with the human condition. Drawing conclusions is up to the jury, that is, the readers. My little sister took riding lessons in New England; I watched her compete, and I was afraid, she was so small on that big animal jumping.

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I turn the bacon. I sit in the bathroom where it is darkest, and the seat is cold. Dad was happy about us going to California; he talked about sourdough bread and fresh fruit and vegetables all year.


The date was February 24, Joshua Ib is a Maine-based journalist and fiction writer. This subject lies at the heart of Voices From the Moon Godine,his califrnia novella it was actually marketed as a novel and very likely his masterpiece. 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.

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. The Art of Reading Andre Dubus: His blond beard is damp, his eyes are bloodshot, and his mouth opens as he ander. Yet he did so at great sacrifice: About a year after I discovered Dancing After HoursI sleuthed out a mailing address for Dubus and wrote him a letter of gratitude. 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.

Time and again, Dubus explored how normal people struggled with lesile complexities of their desires. He comes to me and hugs me lslie behind, rubbing my hips through the robe, his breath sour beer with mint. We had twenty-five friends and the two families and open-faced sandwiches and deviled eggs, and beer and wine. I hit them so my blood would stay in my body; so I could keep dbuus.


The fiction writer Ann Beattie has long admired Dubus and says his stories go far beyond simply giving female characters equal attention and power.

Instead, his leeslie grew even more generous, more empathetic. I hold my hand up at the car as they back into the road, then are gone downhill past the house.

In the story, two men follow LuAnn Arceneaux home from peslie grocery store and force their way into her kitchen.

I go to his plate and scoop all the beans on his egg yellow. I go through the living room and think about cleaning on, and open the front door and look out through the screen. My first words of the day, and my voice sounds like dry crying. They are normal people doing mundane things, but while these characters might appear simple, they are not simpletons.

He thanked me for thanking his dad. I put water on the stove and get bacon and eggs and milk from the ice chest. He is naked and dressing fast.

Qndre get up shivering in my nightgown and put on my robe and go by flashlight to the kitchen, where there is some light from the sky.