Memory Wall
 by Anthony Doerr

Fourth Estate
2010
Second Collection

Awards: Winner, 2010 Story Prize







"What is there in Luvo's life that makes sense? Dusk in the Karoo becomes dawn in Cape Town. What happened four years ago is relived twenty minutes ago. An old woman's life becomes a young man's. Memory-watcher meets memory-keeper."


Reviewed by Tania Hershman

Here's a caution to all short story writers: if the first story in your collection is too good, if it happens to actually be a masterpiece, watch out. You may set such high standards that even you might not be able to meet them. This is the "problem" with Anthony Doerr's Memory Wall. I found the title story, which opens the collection of six, is so astonishing, so brilliant, so moving  - it moved me to tears each time I read it - that the other five stories, which, without the giant shadow cast by Memory Wall, would be at worst very, very good indeed, had a hard time holding their own. Mostly, though, they do.

Now, how to review the masterpiece without simply gushing? Another "problem"! At 85 pages, Memory Wall is on the cusp of novella territory. As a devoted reader of flash fiction who often loses patience with stories longer than four pages let alone 80. I was dubious. In fact, I was dubious about the whole collection, given the accolades it had already received. I challenged it to win me over. You may have already guessed that it did.

The story is divided into very short sections with seemingly-innocuous subtitles such as "Tall Man in the Yard" and  "Treasure Island". The opening paragraph is also deceptive: it appears to simply state facts, but a closer reading shows that in fact it foreshadows every element of this story:
Seventy-four-year-old Alma Konachek lives in Vredehoek, a suburb above Cape Town: a place of warm rains, big-windowed lofts, and silent, predatory automobiles. Behind her garden, Table Mountain rises huge, green, and corrugated; beyond her kitchen balcony, a thousand city lights wink and gutter behind sheets of fog like candleflames.
Unpacking this paragraph, it's all here: this is a story about age and ageing, about predators, about the land, about history, about modernity versus nature, about technology old and new, about the fog of memory, about contrasts and the grayness of life, the lack of easily-defined good and evil.

This is a science fiction story in that its central conceit involves fictitious technology for storing memories. This is a thriller about missing treasure. This is a coming-of-age story, a story about racial tensions, exploitation,  science. About love, parents and children, marriage, death, crime, history,  fossils. About what we will leave behind. This is a story that exposes the futility of trying to label any piece of writing, to put it in one neat box.

The story unfolds in a concertina fashion, moving between Alma and her manservant, Pheko, and his small son, the man in the yard, the child the man in the yard stole/saved. The weaving of their stories took my breath away - as a writer, I could imagine the enormous time and effort it took. It was perfectly done, exactly the information you needed at the ideal pace and point in the story.

I won't give away the plot, which relies upon this new world in which memories can not only be saved onto cassettes, they become a commodity to be traded and a drug for those whose present is not the place they want to live in. But the beauty here is that each character is alive, you care about them; even those with nefarious intentions are not wholly bad. Everyone  has realistic and complex motivations for their actions, has impulses and desires that are familiar to us. This is how the greatest fiction should be, in my opinion. Through this story, Doerr touches something deep within the human psyche, something primal and intimate. I cannot recommend it highly enough.

Now, my declaration about the other stories having trouble holding their own was a bit of an overstatement because although the next two stories didn't speak to me, I did very much enjoy the final three stories in the collection, which work beautifully together. Village 113, another story divided into smaller, titled sections, also deals with loss and memory, but in a very different way, with the imminent destruction
by "submergence", of a village in an unnamed Asian country.

The main character is a seed keeper, a very clear metaphor for what is being lost here. Her only son, Li Qong, who has moved to the city, returns as part of the effort to persuade
reluctant villagers - including his  mother - to leave. This is also a story about mothers and sons, about one generation coming after another, about nature versus technology:
Now it is dusk again and Li Qong sits at her table in his jacket and tie and recites numbers. The dam will be made from eleven million tons of concrete: Its parapet will be a mile long; its impoundment will swallow a dozen cities, a hundred towns, a thousand villages. The river will become a lake and the lake will be visible from the moon.

'The size of things,' he says, and smoke rises past his glasses.
The river is the connection between this story and the next, The River Nemunas, in which a suddenly-orphaned American teenage girl is sent, with her dog, Mishap, to live with her grandfather in Lithuania. Doerr is excellent at not taking his stories in the directions you might predict, but without fireworks, very quietly and poignantly. Where Village 113 is told by a distant third-person narrator, here we are right inside the head of our main character, Allison,
who lost both parents to cancer within three months:
And then I feel the Big Sadness coming on, like there's a shiny and sharp axe blade buried inside my chest. The only way I can stay alive is to stay absolutely motionless so instead of whispering Dear God how could you do this to me, I only whisper Amen which Pastor Jenks back home told me means I believe,  and I lie with my eyelids closed clutching Mishap and inhaling his smell, which always smells to me like corn chips, and practice breathing in light and breathing out colour... like the counselor told me to do when the panic comes.
The final story in the book, Afterworld, takes the themes of death and grief forwards. Another skilfully-woven and weighty, poignant story, it intertwines the present of a Holocaust survivor nearing the end of her life with the tale of how she was rescued and the ghosts of the girls who were not so fortunate, who are waiting for her in the afterlife.

Anthony Doerr's writing is amongst the most beautiful I have ever read, combining poetry with a delicate precision; avoiding direct sentiment and, by doing so, eliciting strong emotional reactions from this reader - and, given the accolades - many others too.

This collection is a unique exploration of some of the weightiest of life's issues, looked at from diverse and compelling viewpoints by characters in a variety of circumstances. We are all affected, Doerr seems to be saying, wherever we are, whoever we are. We are all in pain, we all cause pain to others,
ultimately we all  want the same things. The past is a shadow that is always with us, as we strain to stay in the present and move towards the future. It is this tension, this seemingly-insolvable puzzle that is at the heart of this wondrous book. This is the work of a master storyteller.



Tania Hershman is editor of The Short Review. Her first collection, The White Road and Other Stories, was commended, 2009 Orange Award for New Writers. Tania is currently writer-in-residence in the Science Faculty at Bristol University, working on a collection of biology-inspired fictions.

Tania's other Short Reviews: Etgar Keret & Samir el-Youssef "Gaza Blues"

Melvin J. Bukiet "A Faker's Dozen"

Rusty Barnes "Breaking it Down"

Roy Kesey "All Over"

John Klima (ed) "Logorrhea: Good Words Make Good Stories"

Kelley Eskridge "Dangerous Space"

18 Lies and 3 Truths: StoryQuarterly 2007 Annual

Aimee Bender "Wilful Creatures"

Paddy O'Reilly "The End of the World"

Annie Clarkson "Winter Hands"

Yannick Murphy "In a Bear's Eye"

Declan Meade (ed) "Let's Be Alone Together"

Lise Erdrich "Night Train"

Interfictions: An Anthology of Interstitial Writing

Alexandra Chasin "Kissed By"

Tamar Yellin "Kafka in Bronteland"

Mary Miller "Big World"

Ali Smith "The First Person and Other Stories"

Chris Beckett "The Turing Test"

Petina Gappah "An Elegy for Easterly"

Sean Lovelace "How Some People Like Their Eggs"

Amnesty International "Freedom: An Anthology of Short Stories Celebrating the Universal Declaration of Human Rights"

A L Kennedy "What Becomes"

Davy Byrnes Stories

Janice Galloway "Collected Stories"

Peter Orner "Esther Stories"

SeŠn ” FaolŠin "Selected Stories"

"The Collected Stories of Lydia Davis"

Georges-Olivier Chateaureynaud "A Life on Paper"

Jonathan Papernick "There is No Other"

Edgar Bayley "The Life and Memoirs of Dr Pi"
                     
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Anthony Doerr is the author of four books, The Shell Collector, About Grace, Four Seasons in Rome, and, most recently, Memory Wall.

   Doerr’s short fiction has won three O. Henry Prizes and has been anthologized in The Best American Short Stories, The Anchor Book of New American Short Stories, and The Scribner Anthology of Contemporary Fiction. He has won the Barnes & Noble Discover Prize, the Rome Prize, the New York Public Library’s Young Lions Fiction Award, a Guggenheim Fellowship, an NEA Fellowship, the National Magazine Award for Fiction, two Pushcart Prizes, the Pacific Northwest Book Award, two Ohioana Book Awards, the Sunday Times EFG Short Story Award and the 2010 Story Prize.
   His books have twice been a New York Times Notable Book, an American Library Association Book of the Year, and made lots of other year end "Best Of" lists. In 2007, the British literary magazine Granta placed Doerr on its list of 21 Best Young American novelists.
   Doerr lives in Boise, Idaho with his wife and two sons. He teaches now and then in the low-residency MFA program at Warren Wilson College in North Carolina. His book reviews have appeared in the New York Times and Der Spiegel, and he writes a regular column on science books for the Boston Globe. 

Read an interview with Anthony Doerr