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Here are 33 weird, wonderful stories concerning men, women, teleportation, wind-up cats, and brown paper bags. By turns whimsical and unsettling -- frequently managing to be both -- these short fictions describe family relationships, bad breakups, and travel to outer space.
Who is Ray Vukcevich? Here's his website (check out that Ziesing link. Mr. Z. puts out a great catalog). Mr. Vukcevich lives in Oregon, has a daytime job at the University of Oregon, and published a novel last year, The Man With Maybe Half-a-Dozen Faces. His short stories are something not to be missed and have recently appeared on Scifiction, The Infinite Matriz, Strange Horizons, and more.
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of this book, Ray Vukcevich should be as revered as Donald Barthelme or Salvador Dali in the pantheon of modern surrealists. Unjustly deprived of such honors, he should at least be allowed a few weeks in a time-share vacation condo with Don Webb, Rick DeMarinis, Mark Leyner and James Blaylock, literary peers whose absurdist take on existence Vukcevich shares. Did I mention that the condo would occupy an abandoned ICBM silo, as in Ray's creepily twisted ghost story, "Pretending"? Or perhaps the luxury beach house would perch on a few square inches of the scalp of the barbershop patron who boasts a monkey-filled jungle in his hair, in "The Barber's Theme". The writers' relaxathon could also take place in the outer reaches of our Solar System, once the lucky vacationers grow their organic spacesuits, as average folks do in "By the Time We Get to Uranus." Or as a last choice, the writers might congregate in the mysterious highway median of "Fancy Pants", where metamorphoses that would baffle Ovid occur. Wherever the greats hold their Beach Blanket Oulipo, Vukcevich will doubtlessly be the life of the party. Alternately melancholy and boisterous, plaintive and assertive, sensitive and outrageous, serious and goofy, Vukcevich's stories portray a universe not only stranger than the average person imagines, but stranger than he or she can imagine! It's an uncommon, even scary intellect and vision and talent that can make us believe in wisdom out of a baby's butt ("Poop") or nose roaches ("Home Remedy") or shopping bags over the global head as protection from planet-smasher comets ("No Comet"). And believe we do, thanks to Vukcevich's honed, transparent, yet unmistakeable prose stylings. Plunk down a blindfolded critic in the middle of a Vukcevich landscape, and within two sentences the savant will know just what capricious deity is in charge. The critic will also be reduced to a gibbering, adoring, spastic wreck, but them's the breaks. If you don't instantly agree to meet Vukcevich in his unique Moon Room club, solely on his terms--well, you're the kind of timid soul who would turn down a blind date with Destiny even if the demiurge came dressed in the form of Little Kim or D'Angelo. -- Paul Di Filippo
These stories cannot be compared
to anyone else's. There is no one in the same class as Ray Vukcevich. The
stories are uniquely, splendidly, brilliantly original, a surprise in
each and every one, and brimming with wit and laugh-out-loud humor.
A stunning collection.
I once heard Ray Vukcevich say about
life, humanity, and writing, "All we have is each other." In
the spaces between us lie some very strange territories, and this is
the ground Ray explores in his stories. There is no other planet
like planet Ray; once you visit, you'll want to go back as often as
you can. In Meet Me in the Moon Room, you get an explosion
of guided tours. Grab the bowl with the barking goldfish in it, wind
the cat, curl up in a comfortable chair in an abandoned missile silo,
and plunge into the wild mind of Ray Vukcevich. No one else can take
you on this trip.
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