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Ebook Taking Care by Joy Williams read! Book Title: Taking Care
The author of the book: Joy Williams
Language: English
ISBN: 0394521579
ISBN 13: 9780394521572
Format files: PDF, Epub, DOCx, TXT
The size of the: 8.50 MB
Edition: Random House
Date of issue: February 12th 1982
Reader ratings: 3.5
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Joy Williams beloved dog turned on her. She had to put him down. I used to have a doberman named Sanchez a la Mancha. My brother rescued him from a dire situation. Sanchez was understandably crazy. A lot of other people's pets have passed into my company over the years and that's what happened there. I had Sanchez from the age of fourteen until I was twenty-four. He always had separation anxiety. Over the years something inside his doggy skull turned that anxiety into an Ike Turner variety of love. He later got sick, not of rage, and had to be mercy killed. I wouldn't ever want to go on living like that, anyway, and I base everyone, even dogs, on myself. I wasn't ever mauled like Williams was. It was more like a "When you say it all together like that he sounds crazier than a shit house rat" thing. (I would joke about that 1970s doberman fear mongering film "They Only Kill Their Masters".) He used to attack the door when I would leave my apartment. I never decided if it was a "Now don't come back!" or "You had better not leave me, baby!" (One time he bit a hole in my trousers.) Probably the latter because damn was one clingy dog. Big dogs of friends would justifiably attack him when they couldn't take another moment of his incessant whining. I wanted to kill him so many times. There's a story in Taking Care called "Shepherd" that's about that I'm going to kill you and then they are dead and you would do anything to pretend it was never like that. Williams wrote an essay about killing her violent dog in her "Ill Nature" book. I haven't read it. I have already read Honored Guest (another short story collection and another favorite) and there's a story in there (dogs are chasing squirrels in dreams just like people do in almost every Joy Williams story and novel) that has this exchange about dead dogs:
They'd die and you'd get another?"
"That's a queer way of putting it." Not to overlap my Joy Williams short stories reviews. Taking care (that is its own story) and then your throat is ripped out. I knee jerked (more like asshole) killed a bug in my car today (it twitched after smashing and twitched after more smashing) and then I felt like the worst person in existence (I probably wouldn't pretend I didn't say I'm going to kill you. I would relive it over and over). I spent the whole drive home from work after that thinking the only difference between not feeling bad about it and feeling bad is that maybe the person who didn't feel bad would think the feeling bad could be absolved and they'd see some glowing lines of separation between the two things. There's no difference. You take care, the leash pulls back on the hand and you run in your sleep together. How about picking it back up, or avoiding looking into the bottom of the food bowl as you eat. I try to resume good dreams when they are interrupted. Never works out.

When I read this just the other day I was kind of happy. Happy in the full filled life way. Yeah, from reading a book. Like all of the people in the stories and the things that happened to them were a moving weight inside me. Light in the heart, not too heavy in the head, warm in the hands. I am thinking too much about dead dogs now. Or leashes. This is what happens to me when I... One of my two dogs I have now, Seamus, just ripped the biggest fart ever. That's just nasty. Well, he just saved me from doing that shit again when I squirm in church about the putting into the words part. I would really rather just be there for somebody. If only you could crawl into that dog bed for a while and nobody has to die alone.

There's one story 'Preparation for a Wedding' that made me happy. The people are divorced from other people and the little girl belonging to the woman doesn't like fairy tales. Especially not the frog prince. You don't have to kiss anyone into someone you want them to be. Elizabeth is nervous that she's not married, you know that thing that would make her the one note bad guy in some other story, trapping someone into a song that gets caught in your head and never replaced with another one. Sam has been married four times. It's not about the burning knot on the sailing boat in this story. It's like the expected ending of life. "They died". "They got married." Not a fight for the love alive, the spark, the new positions. I didn't care if they got married or not one way or the other. That's why I liked it. It's wearying to do the fight and not the letting be. He happened to ask and she said yes, like a not worrying about it. Simple things like smelling the flower patterns. The boat wouldn't say "Just Married" on the back. It would say "Just be" or something way less cheesey on its sticks and leaves construction. The little girl would like the primitiveness of it.

The yard boy was a spiritual materialist. He lived in the Now. He was free from the karmic chain. Being enlightened wasn't easy. It was very hard work. It was manual labor actually."
I freaking loved 'The Yard Boy'. I want a rabbit-foot's fern to see everything that I'm seeing, with me in it, and think shit about it. That would be full filling. Someone would give a shit about that stuff, then.

'Train' reminded me of Alice and Corvis from Williams's The Quick and the Dead if Alice didn't revere Corvis's sad air like if her tear drops could really melt polar ice caps or something. Or maybe they'd freeze and add another hard layer to them. Alice's Corvis love was what I found the most moving about 'Quick', really. Jane's own father says that she'll never have friends, only enemies, husbands and lawyers. My favorite part was what had broke Danica's back. Jane tells her about her older self visiting her and saying "You never lifted a finger to help me" (wouldn't a future self say that?). I can see a series of conversations like that in their past whizzing by like the countryside on their train ride to Florida. There's no fixed bill board (another story has it right on about FL road signs. Pecans, pecans, pecans). It's JANE'S grandmother and she doesn't want Danica dreaming or crying about her. Vacationing with someone else, post cards about someone else, them, them, them. The space for someone else inside you and the space of you inside them and without it you're staring at blurred windows.

I love reading short story collections and don't really like reviewing them because decisions have to be made or the thing is too damned long. Read this next part really, really fast! Traveling to Pridesup is like that episode of The Golden Girls when Rose wanted to keep the baby and Dorothy had to be the sensible one. Remember when she sang "Mr. Sandman" and did the deep man voice for the part of the sandman? 'Pridesup' is better than that episode. Mariel, you are a total liar! This isn't reading fast and no way is it better than that episode. It is so! 'Winter Chemistry' thirteen year old girls with the chemistry teacher who alights the sides of the eyes of the girls who dare not look at him full on unless they are stealing it from the snow outside his naked bedroom window. Sleep when he's dead. "Taking Care". You must take care. Habitual words at the ends of exchanges. Take care care of yourself. Hospital hotel rooms and Christmas and greeting cards that could be like those post cards or primitive fairy tale ending. My family name means to care. I must say it more than anyone else. To care. Jones's trying to live his life like that sentence with his wife coming home from an extended death bed for Christmas. It makes me not want to say it any more. I could give rabbit-foot ferns.

My favorite story was 'Breakfast' and I already wrote about that one in my review for the novel version of it Breaking and Entering. I liked all of the stories, really I did. Most I loved. I love giving a damn, laughing, being surprised at the same rabbit chasing dreams (MOST of the stories mention rabbits). I wish I could do some review hug that embraces all of them like in a life flashes before your eyes moment and you never regretted a single moment. I felt too much. What if I went door to door? I've mentioned before that Joy Williams lives in the same state as me. I wouldn't ever do one of those J.d. Salinger scenarios of the brilliant yet precocious young person who shows up on the door step and eagerly professes admiration to Seymour Glass with an air of potential self same success. I mean to you guys who might be reading this I might. I'll go door to door, like a sex offender. I'll have to wear one of those loggerhead Florida t-shirts. Shaped like a penis in nod to my offenses on many a goodreads thread ruined from a turtle penis comment by me. You'll be eating breakfast cereal out of your dog bowl and there I'll be. Much, much worse than the popcorn trick. Let me tell you about how much I care about this! I'll say it badly and oh so roundabout and get around to all of those things I give a shit about, eventually, that were touched on in these short stories. First, there's a lot of dogs and I remember all of them. I've got time, though. I'm going to read all of these, you know.

P.s. Did I get around to saying that I love Joy Williams short stories best of all? There's no damned student on the door step promising brilliance. It's freedom poetry with every word in it's right tribal place. She schools me.

P.s.s. I love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love Joy Williams. Pervert.

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Ebook Taking Care read Online! Williams is the author of four novels. Her first, State of Grace (1973), was nominated for a National Book Award for Fiction. Her most recent novel, The Quick and the Dead (2000), was a finalist for the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction. Her first collection of short stories was Taking Care, published in 1982. A second collection, Escapes, followed in 1990. A 2001 essay collection, Ill Nature: Rants and Reflections on Humanity and Other Animals, was a finalist for the National Book Critics Circle Award for Criticism. Honored Guest, a collection of short stories, was published in 2004. A 30th anniversary reprint of The Changeling was issued in 2008 with an introduction by the American novelist Rick Moody.

Her stories and essays are frequently anthologized, and she has received many awards and honors, including the Harold and Mildred Strauss Living Award from the American Academy of Arts and Letters and the Rea Award for the Short Story.


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