So Dave Eggers writes in his foreword that he wants the works in this collection to “have something to say about the world at the moment, and that they not be too long or about the relationship problems of wealthy people in Manhattan.” Well perhaps too much has been written ‘bout the relationships of wealthy people in Manhattan, but this intro basically weighs down the writing in the collection with the responsibility of “social relevance”—something difficult to appreciate when so explicitly sought after in a “we’re not serious but you should take us seriously” sort of anthology.
It doesn’t help that the collection then starts out with a story centered on minority working class people - mostly latino - working at a print shop in Queens. Then we get a story ‘bout a matadora - you know, the struggle between tradition, family, ethnic consciousness and personal identity. The next story stars a girl who works at Burger King, and the one after that stars a guy who eats fast food and - again—works at a print shop.
All of that, after a “we’re purportedly silly but you should take us seriously” sort of intro about “social relevance” gets almost laughable. That’s not to say that some of the individual stories aren’t interesting, or that they don’t have both social and aesthetic merit. What I”m saying is that the joy of reading short stories gets a bit lost when one’s rather forcibly told to pay attention to current social meaning.
I mean, I like Eggers’ own books, for the most part. I like what the guy’s doing with 826 Valencia, and I like the idea of an indie pirate store. But I’m also left feeling this collection of nonrequired reading works too hard to frame itself as an antidote of sorts to what Eggers perhaps considers a current literary landscape that’s too littered with preoccupations with the white and rich. I empathize with the impulse, but I’m also put off by the anthology’s attempt to define itself not simply as itself, but as a pale opposite facing a monolith. This anthology perhaps creates a somewhat noticeable angry shadow that stands counter to the status quo, but it nevertheless remains comfortablyin the shadow, and seems more a self-congratulatory effort that impotently rails against what is than a real attempt to create an alternative.