on Oct. 25, 2013 :
I like flash fiction, even though it's not always done well. By my lights, good flash fiction gets in with one shining idea, fleshes it out with humour or at least sparkling prose, and gets out before anyone notices how thin the concept is. One thousand words or less, all boom.
I like weird fiction. The more off the wall, creepy and surreal the ideas presented, the better as far as I'm concerned. It's one of the few areas in fiction where I'll give ground on decent characters and something resembling a plot, if the weirdness is weird enough, or fun enough, or simply something I haven't seen or thought of before.
Nine Flash Nine, Patrick O'Duffy's collection of nine flash fiction pieces are mostly a bit weird, even if not all of it could be defined as weird fiction. Or at least very weird mutations of the rather traditional story types they are emulating.
There's the touring band rocked by murder but more rocked by internal dimness.
There's a 'Dear Penthouse Forum' letter which is epically explicit and hilarious, but decidely unusual.
There's an invasion by impossibly giant monsters who don't give a rat's arse that physics forbids their existence.
There's one about a ghost moustache.
There's five other stories. One simple idea per story, executed well. O'Duffy's a writer who has fun with his language. These stories gleam with his trademark wit and insight and the occasional moment of well-directed snark. Like all good flash fiction, they're gone way too soon.
(reviewed 9 months after purchase)