For Some Its Easy to Hurt Others
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I read the stories out of order, starting with the short ones which I read out loud. I related to Juliana hugely. It reminded me of a part of my life. I felt uncomfortable reading the second thing about Living In Romeoville, Illinois.
I would say that this is Sam's least extreme/absurd/whatever book yet and it works. The
I don't think the title of this book is an instruction to go out and cause pain to people. I think it is a description of the characters within. They are hurt and they are others.I read the stories out of order, starting with the short ones which I read out loud. I related to Juliana hugely. It reminded me of a part of my life. I felt uncomfortable reading the second thing about Living In Romeoville, Illinois.
I would say that this is Sam's least extreme/absurd/whatever book yet and it works. These are everyday moments lived by real characters. Jokes where the punchline never arrives. I felt while reading that maybe he had been influenced by Scott Mcclanahan in some ways. Sam's dialogue is stronger than ever, which is really saying something. He has also begun spelling words as they are said, making the language even more real
...moreIt's notable that Sam Pink shows a genuine understanding of what
There's some excellent stuff in here. As a collection of short works, it's also kind of a mixed bag, maybe a little uneven as such collections tend to be. Not as exciting as one of Pink's novella-length works, but certainly good. The longer stories in the collection are the better ones. Interestingly, even when his longer works sometimes appear as series of vignettes, they have enough continuity and drive to build stronger interest.It's notable that Sam Pink shows a genuine understanding of what childcare is like. Witness:
I was given a doll
I was told what to do.
I did what I was told.
The dollhouse was big and we played an extremely vague game with the dolls that involved a lot of walking around and not understanding what was going on.
and...
I got to be a rhino and I made up a voice for it that Juliana really liked.
She kept laughing.
Which meant that I had to keep doing it.
Yup... playing with kids.
And here's another notable quotable for ya':
Honestly, though, I always liked watching tv because it was a good way to silently panic while making it look like you're not.
Books work too.
The end.
...moreCharacter I connected with the least: the manager who had beef.
This is a reflective piece. Most of Sam's stuff is trying to look sideways or forward but this was written from the perspective of someone looking back.
I read it all in one bath. I got out to pee one time and I thought I'd stop tub time but then I realized I was just uncomfortable having to pee. So I got back in. By the time I finished I was shaking, freezing
Character I connected with the most: The acne kid with tricks under coat.Character I connected with the least: the manager who had beef.
This is a reflective piece. Most of Sam's stuff is trying to look sideways or forward but this was written from the perspective of someone looking back.
I read it all in one bath. I got out to pee one time and I thought I'd stop tub time but then I realized I was just uncomfortable having to pee. So I got back in. By the time I finished I was shaking, freezing my ass off. I don't know why I did that.
Read this book. This is a good book.
...moreThe style is deceptively simple; at first, it seems slightly juvenile–but then, every so often, Pink will dash off a line that is casually brilliant, cryptic, or a sentence that contains a circular thought…forever spiraling and leaving unanswer
I'd read Person a few years ago and ended up selling it at my garage sale before moving to Istanbul. Someone did buy it for 1$, but my dislike of it seems baffling in hindsight after reading this magnificent collection of anti-stories entitled Hurt Others.The style is deceptively simple; at first, it seems slightly juvenile–but then, every so often, Pink will dash off a line that is casually brilliant, cryptic, or a sentence that contains a circular thought…forever spiraling and leaving unanswered what was never in fact a question in the first place.
Sam Pink is the kind of writer–like Bukowski, Fante, Moravia, Hemingway, Raymond Carver, and Frederick Exley–that takes you into their personal life, but the crystal waters of reality at first depicted are soon sullied and blurred as the painter goes to work with his bloody brush.
...moreOverall, I would probably give this book a 4.5 if I could.
...more"At one point today I was putting a wine bottle in a customer's bag and I had an almost unst
Isn't Sam Pink fascinating? I mean, what are his stories in Hurt Others about, really? Do they have plots? I don't think so. But could they be called "slice of life" stories? Maybe, but these are some very odd and specific slices. What is with the narrator that seems similar in each story but always a little different? Is he Sam? Does that matter? And what is with the spontaneous, shocking violence? Like:"At one point today I was putting a wine bottle in a customer's bag and I had an almost unstoppable urge to hit the customer's child with the wine bottle, for no detectable reason.
I wanted to just take the wine bottle by the neck, then windmill it downward onto the top of the child's head, circle of glass at the bottom of the bottle landing hard.
A sound no one would want to hear.
Then blood." p. 18.
And like:
"...he stomped down hard, missing the bulk of the toad, but snapping both its hind-legs under his Velcro boot.
And the hind-legs hung there, stripped and broken.
Soft-looking bones came out of the skin.
Trying to move, the toad could only circle." p. 111.
Sam Pink's fictions (and his plays and his poems) are raw presentations of living. It's the kind of living that gets done behind broken doors with shiny padlocks in run-down neighbourhoods. The kind of living that gets done on the street, but that doesn't get noticed because it makes people like you and me turn away until we've walked past. The kind of living that makes you uncomfortable, so when you hear about it, you pay a few seconds of attention to it in your mind and then you push it away, focusing on other things, on other kinds of living. But Sam Pink is not turning away. In fact, he's crashing on the couches of the people who do this kind of living. He's going to the parties, drinking the moonshine, talking to the "crackheads" and feeling positive sometimes. He's getting the jobs no one else wants and talking to the co-workers who seem a bit too strange.
There are plenty of writers who write well about living on the wrong side of the tracks (Denis Johnson just came to my mind) but the unique thing about Sam Pink's writing is his narrator. The narrator here is not entirely passive, but he is quiet. He observes, but he doesn't think much. We as readers get a keen-eyed glimpse into some pretty ugly places, but it's the narrator's occasional participation that pushes us into Sam Pink-land. The things the narrator does are not wrong or evil, in fact they seem to take place outside of a moral sphere, or at least in a brand-new one that I don't understand yet. There's just no concern with wrong or right here, it seems. Just concern with living. Living wherever and whenever possible. And maybe getting a laugh out of it, a smile, even. Or just a good story. Or a hug.
"Alright, I'm late," she said. "Bye sweetie."
She turned toward the store.
"Wait, let's get a hug," I said.
She looked at me.
"Come here," I said, with my arms out.
She said, "Yeah, alright."
We hugged.
I had to bend down a little to properly hug her.
My right ear touched her right ear.
We let go of each other and she walked towards the store.
The front door opened out towards her and almost hit her.
She sidestepped it, coughing into her hand, her other arm holding down her purse." p. 27.
The author has a very unique way of telling stories. His clean prose is very refreshing and engrossing, his tales are very true to life, sometimes compelling; and most characters are fairly interesting.
The only problem with Hurt Others is its unevenness. My favorite story of Hurt Others is my first foray into the world of Sam Pink. The first thought that sprang to mind whilst reading it was Sam Pink would be in great danger if an alien race in search for atypical humans stumbled upon this book.
The author has a very unique way of telling stories. His clean prose is very refreshing and engrossing, his tales are very true to life, sometimes compelling; and most characters are fairly interesting.
The only problem with Hurt Others is its unevenness. My favorite story off the collection is Fun; a very relatable, funny and thought-provoking piece. Two Things About Living in Romeoville, Illinois, Juliana and Love also left me smiling and wanting more.
I felt somewhat underwhelmed by the other stories, but the ones I liked had me excited enough to continue trekking across the Sam Pink universe.
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Favorite pieces:
-Love
-Thing About When I Worked At a 'Treasure Island' Grocery Store in Chicago, Illinois
-Juliana
-Fun
-Two Things About Living in Romeoville, Illinois
Favorite pieces:
-Love
-Thing About When I Worked At a 'Treasure Island' Grocery Store in Chicago, Illinois
-Juliana
-Fun
-Two Things About Living in Romeoville, Illinois
My big issue is that it sometimes veers into edgy territory with the way the author writes dialog of non white people. It's kind of a problem actually, bordering on minstrel. Overall pretty good but that part made me feel bad for other reasons and they're not uh, good.
This is about alienation. Like everyone is so disconnected from everyone else. It's uncomfortable and you feel like shit. You feel bad reading it. It's good. Also, i love stream of consciousness so this is right up my alley.My big issue is that it sometimes veers into edgy territory with the way the author writes dialog of non white people. It's kind of a problem actually, bordering on minstrel. Overall pretty good but that part made me feel bad for other reasons and they're not uh, good.
...moreIt made me feel really warm and stupid.
Need to get off this train and become someone else--I thought. Someone who is a success. A fucking blue-burning comet of success ready to take others in as fuel to get wherever I'm going. Someone who dies at the moment of arrival. Someone who is missed by everyone he meets once he dies."
"I looked at him and said, 'Yeah, alright. I have no excuse. Thanks
"Their mom was taking my picture, holding the cell phone so as not to look like that's what she was doing.It made me feel really warm and stupid.
Need to get off this train and become someone else--I thought. Someone who is a success. A fucking blue-burning comet of success ready to take others in as fuel to get wherever I'm going. Someone who dies at the moment of arrival. Someone who is missed by everyone he meets once he dies."
"I looked at him and said, 'Yeah, alright. I have no excuse. Thanks for the job.'
I walked out.
I went down the block and sat on the sidewalk.
It was still hot out.
It felt amazing not to have a job.
For a second, I felt confused about who I'd been at any point before this.
And I focused on the feeling.
It thrilled me.
It made me realize I'm an individual, but not because I'm special, or unique or any other empty idea, but because I could never share my thrills and disappointments.
It was all mine, but in a way that wasn't by choice.
I could walk up to someone on the street, and I'd be containing this amazing feeling, without them noticing it."
"2. Right kneecap--I accidentally slid while running through an alley. My right leg went beneath me. This car looks like a tiger clawed my knee. People younger than nine years old have statistically always believed me when I say tigerclaw caused it."
"The sunlight in the room gets incredibly bright then--lowering and coming over the tops of the other buildings outside.
Coming in through the window facing Broadway Avenue.
Coming in through a very strict angle.
It's getting dark out early.
Daylight savings time.
You want there to be a day you turn the clocks ahead twelve hours and then twelve hours later you move them back and everyone has to act like nothing happened in that time.
Pretty much, that's how it is now.
You wake up when it's almost dark, and then work, and after work stay up until it's light."
"Another employee walks into the breakroom and stands there, pulling his pants up.
He sees a box of free Styrofoam cups on the countertop.
When he sees the cups, he says, 'Aw shit ch'yeah. Free cups, son.'
He's wearing a reflective vest so that when he collects carts in the parking garage, no one accidentally kills him with their car.
You wonder if the person training him said, 'Wear this vest to help prevent from getting accidentally killed. Unfortunately, there's nothing we can do about the on-purpose kills. You just have to be smart. And quick.'"
"You look at the person on your card.
Here he is.
'Jeffrey.'
Jeffrey looks really upset.
Like, he looks totally pathetic and helpless.
And this is the moment you and him realize you know nothing about each other, and have nothing to contribute, only take--which doesn't happen because there's nothing to contribute.
Ha fucking ha.
Sorry Jeffrey--you think. I can't help you.
Your girlfriend puts her hands together and puts both forefingers up to her bottom lip.
She says, 'Does your person have--' points her folded hands at you, '--sideburns.'
You look at Jeffrey.
Jeffrey has sideburns.
He has beautiful, light-brown sideburns.
Don't tell her about my sideburns, says Jeffrey. You can lie, he says. Lie about it. Say your person doesn't have sideburns.
Jeffrey, I can't--you think. No, because then I'd have to win before she finds out I cheated. I'd have to guess who her person is before she realizes I'd made it impossible to guess mine. And right now I'm not confident enough. I'm not good enough to do it. No. I'm going to tell the truth, Jeffrey.
Jeffrey.
Jeffrey is silent."
Highlights include: "Twizzlers", "Thing That Lists The Scars I Have", and "Fun".
⭐⭐⭐⭐!
(*Note: The ONLY reason I didn't rate this 5 stars is because I have the Thumbs Down Press edition (the one with the drawing of the cross-legged character on the cover; which I'm guessing is self-published) and it is
not formatted properly for this print size -- obviously done for 6x9, and then printed at 5x8. Doesn't effect the writing but it's aesthetically displeasing, and just lazy. But then I was gifted this copy, so I'm out nothing.) ...moreSniff test: Snow in a careless city first, then piss where someone wrote something unintel
"Hurt Others" by Sam Pink offers up more of his signiture gritty isolationist urban slice of life commentary! And per usual, I ate it up happily. Pink has a way of sparking my imagination with a mix of obscure random thoughts and descriptions of mundane everyday actions. There's no classical story beats to cling to or anything like that. Just refreshing commentary about life and random thoughts that pop up.Sniff test: Snow in a careless city first, then piss where someone wrote something unintelligible as they drained their bladder. It's all melted together now, but it still means something. It's still art. 5/5. Another great read.
...morethe characters felt so real and the stories flowed so easily.
huge sense of humor, just amazing! I really like what's going on in Sam Pink's head.
the characters felt so real and the stories flowed so easily.
huge sense of humor, just amazing! ...more
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