Magic for Beginners
by Kelly Link
From Some Other Place
A review by Alexis Smith
Kelly Link is the future of American short fiction. Once you've read her stories
you'll know why it is so easy to make such a strong claim for her talent. Her
debut, Stranger Things Happen,
garnered praise from all quarters of contemporary literature, from science fiction
and fantasy writers, to horror writers and Pulitzer Prize-winning novelists. In
her latest, Magic for Beginners, Link continues to challenge the often
arbitrary boundaries between genres. What makes her stories so captivating? How
does she appeal to such a wide audience? Magic for Beginners is an apt
title for this collection, because it casts a spell on us as we read, so captivating
are her turns of phrase, her attention to details, and -- perhaps most of all
-- her characters.
No matter how fantastic the situations, settings, or details, Link's characters
are distinctly human. Even the animals and inanimate objects seem human. They
remind us of ourselves -- usually the most vulnerable or misunderstood parts
of ourselves -- endearing themselves to us despite their strangeness. Take the
zombies in "The Hortlak," who live in the Grand Canyon-like Ausible
Chasm near the Canadian border: they make nightly trips out of the chasm to
the All-Night, a convenience store perched on the chasm's rim.
The zombies were like Canadians, in that they looked enough like real people
at first, to fool you. But when you looked closer, you saw that they were
from some other place, where things were different: where even the same things,
the things that went on everywhere, were just a little bit different.
The zombies didn't talk at all, or they said things that didn't make sense.
"Wooden hat," one zombie said to Eric, "Glass leg. Drove around
all day in my wife. Did you ever hear me on the radio?"
Convenience stores, like the All-Night, are the kind of place people go when
there's nowhere else to go -- when we're on the edge of something (a chasm,
the Canadian border), or when we're between states of existence (between home
and some other place, between life and death). Comparing Canadians and zombies
-- and by implication, Americans and the living -- is a humorous but not entirely
ridiculous conceit. Who doesn't feel like a zombie sometimes? Who hasn't wished
they could dispense with logic and say whatever comes to mind, like some kind
of constant free-association exercise? Canadians and zombies are enviable here,
because both know what it is like on "the other side," while the readers,
the living, the Americans, are stuck in the All-Night, with the case of rotating
weenies and the dusty boxes of tampons. The living characters don't help the
feeling of indeterminacy: the All-Night manager, Batu, never sleeps, but wears
pajamas all day; the young man who works the counter, Eric, lives in the store-room
where he sleeps and bathes; and their only regular customer (other than zombies),
Charley, is a night-shift vet at the animal shelter who, every night, takes
dogs for rides in her truck, letting them stick their heads out the window to
feel the wind, before taking them back to the shelter to be euthanized. As a
reader, you even envy the dogs, because they, too, make it to "the other
side," while Eric, Batu, and Charley continue with their increasingly suffocating,
nightmarish existence.
In other stories, it is the living we identify with -- especially children
and adolescents; Link has a gift for evoking the essence of the strange, in-between
stages of life. In "The Faery Handbag," the speaker, Genevieve, goes
to thrift stores with her friends, finding t-shirts that belonged to them as
children, and making a game of closing their eyes to try to guess the color
of the clothes by touch alone. The teenagers in Link's stories are not the teenagers
of most fiction, or even most young adult fiction. These teenagers are wise,
aware, imaginative, and gifted, and they are often more sensitive to changes
in the world than the adults around them. But they're also -- like most teenagers
-- confused, morally ambivalent, and eager to be done with childhood.
In the title story, "Magic for Beginners," a group of teenagers becomes
friends over their obsession with a pirate (as in pirate radio, not Blackbeard)
television show called "The Library." The show comes on randomly,
on any station, and the only way to know when it is on is by flipping through
the channels or surfing the online community blogs and websites. The central
character of "Magic for Beginners," Jeremy, is caught in the middle
of the strained marriage of his kleptomaniac, horror-novel author father, and
his distinctly normal librarian mother. He is also caught up in the usual teenage
sexual awakenings, as he begins to realize that his two best female friends
are also potential mates. His great aunt has just died, bequeathing him a phone
booth in the desert outside of Las Vegas, and leaving his mother a horror-movie
themed wedding chapel called "Hells Bells." Link loads on the quirky
details, but don't be fooled -- it's not just fanciful decoration. At her best,
Link's details react chemically with one another, creating a complex motif that
is both enchanting and profound. In "Magic for Beginners," the primary
symbol is the television show -- a narrative that demands audience interaction:
to know when it's on, to know what happens, viewers have to connect with each
other, creating a network of watchers who participate in the narrative's progression.
The smaller details all feed into the larger picture: the librarian mother inherits
Hell's Bells, a physical space in which her marriage to the inscrutable horror-writer
husband makes sense; and Jeremy inherits the phone booth, a small physical space,
in a disorienting sort of no-man's land (adolescence), from which he can reach
out to the world.
At times, in Magic For Beginners, one wonders whether Link knows what
she's doing: the whimsy seems to get the better of her. But then, a moment of
pure emotional poignancy will sprout in the text, giving ghosts, zombies, witches,
cats, rabbits, and even icebergs, a lovely sort of pathos. It is moments like
these that transform the reading experience, convincing readers that something
deeply important (and possibly magical) has just occurred, and that they may
never read stories the same way again.
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