The Start of Something: The Selected Stories of Stuart Dybek by Stuart Dybek


The Start of Something: The Selected Stories of Stuart Dybek
Title : The Start of Something: The Selected Stories of Stuart Dybek
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ISBN : 1473524229
ISBN-10 : 9781473524224
Format Type : ebook
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Publication : First published May 5, 2016

Nineteen tales of growing up, wising up and falling in love
Spanning more than three decades of prize-winning work
By a North American master of the short story

What are you waiting for?

Welcome to the world of Stuart Dybek, where lovelorn adolescents rub shoulders with hard-boiled gangsters and scarf-clad babushkas jostle for attention among jaded academics. Where memory collides with imagination. And where seduction is the order of the day.

With an impeccable ear for the language of the streets, Dybek has rightly been heralded as one of Chicago’s foremost chroniclers. But The Start of Something reveals a writer who has simultaneously dedicated his career to a more ambitious project – exploring the art of the short story from every angle.

By turn sexy and violent, funny and poignant, the stories in this definitive introduction to a lifetime’s work let you discover what those in the know have long been saying: Stuart Dybek is essential reading.


The Start of Something: The Selected Stories of Stuart Dybek Reviews


  • Jason Pettus

    [Earlier this year, I had the honor of being asked to join the staff of the Chicago Literary Hall of Fame, specifically to help choose the honoree each year of the organization's Fuller Award for Lifetime Achievement. 2018's recipient was Stuart Dybek, and I was asked to write a critical overview of his work for the accompanying program. I'm reprinting it in full below.]

    It’s been a fascinating thing this month to read through the entire prose oeuvre of Stuart Dybek in chronological order for the first time, as we here on the staff of the Chicago Literary Hall of Fame have been making plans for tonight’s ceremony, and have been gathering in the effusive praise from his friends and colleagues you’re reading in this program. Like many, I had read his most famous book, 1990’s The Coast of Chicago, in my twenties soon after it had come out; like many, it was at the urging of a woman I was trying to make into my latest romantic partner, a slam poet and former student of his who told me that "everything I needed to know about her" could be gleaned from the book; and like many, once I did read the book, Dybek’s unforgettable prose took on a life of its own with me, apart from the six bittersweet weeks said woman and I ended up together. (And strangely, like Dybek’s story “Córdoba,” said woman just happened to live at the corner of Buena Avenue and Marine Drive, which made me feel like one of the sweet but hapless male heroes of his pieces when coming across this fact last week.)

    But still, I had never explored the rest of his fictional work before this month, so I decided to start with his first, 1980’s Childhood and Other Neighborhoods. Even 38 years later, it’s easy to see with this book why Dybek started gaining a feverish cult following from his very start, because the writing on display is startlingly unique; the magical realism of Gabriel García Márquez, the gritty urbanism of Nelson Algren, the sweet nostalgia of the Saturday Evening Post, but with the naughty subversion of the Countercultural era. (Also, what an astounding historical record of a Chicago that no longer exists, as best typified by the very first story of the book, "The Palatski Man," in which alley-going knife sharpeners on horse-drawn carriages still live in a wild rural wonderland, right in the middle of the city.)

    Next came The Coast of Chicago, deservedly now known as a modern classic, one of those magical moments in literary history when everything came together perfectly. An expansion of Dybek’s look back at his childhood as a Polish-American in the Little Village neighborhood (in a post-war time when the area was undergoing a transition into a mostly Mexican neighborhood), it’s also a thoroughly contemporary collection of pieces about masculinity, sexuality, and experience-hungry youth, containing many of the most indelible and heartbreaking stories of his career, such as the aching "Chopin in Winter" where we watch the twin fates of a dying immigrant grandfather and an illegitimately pregnant teenage neighbor. (Also, for those keeping score, this is the book that contains the notorious "Pet Milk," mentioned over and over by his admirers in this program.)

    A decade later saw Dybek’s so-far only novel, 2003’s I Sailed with Magellan, although this technically comes with an asterisk for being a "novel in stories," the literary length that he’s destined to be mostly remembered for. A non-linear look at the life of the sometimes infuriating, always engaging Perry Katzek, this is Dybek doing a deep dive into his checkered youth within a rough-and-tumble, pre-gentrification Chicago -- a world of mobsters and viaducts, dead disabled boys turned into Catholic martyrs, broke but striving social workers living in rundown northside SROs, and as always the women beside them who propelled them along, messy mistakes and all. To me, it was my favorite of all his books, and one I know I’ll be coming back to again and again for the rest of my life.

    And finally, a decade after that, Dybek gave the world the remarkable gift of 59 new stories in a single year, with the twinned 2014 publications of Ecstatic Cahoots and Paper Lantern. A reflection of Dybek’s years of honing his craft in the academic world, as both a beloved professor and working artist, these pieces are mostly tiny little diamonds from a now master of his craft, fiction that often approaches flash-fiction but that packs all the wallop of stories ten times the size. Split between general stories (Cahoots) and specific love stories (Lantern), these books see Dybek at the absolute top of his game, a crowning achievement to a busy and award-packed career that is about to celebrate its half-century anniversary.

    With all the wonderful anecdotes in this program from long-time friends who are intimately acquainted with his work, I’m proud to be one of the few to say that it’s perfectly all right if you’re not familiar yet with all of Stuart Dybek’s books. It is in fact a perfect time to become so, with all of his titles still in print and with a brand-new greatest-hits collection that was just recently published by Jonathan Cape/Vintage. Still as relevant as ever, still as powerful as ever, he is truly one of America’s greatest living authors, and a bright star in the annals of Chicago’s literary history.

  • Ryan

    The first round-up of Stuart Dybek's short stories (so far as I know) published in the U.K. Dybek combines an in-depth knowledge of inner city life with an throbbing sense of beauty, like Nelson Algren fused with Vladimir Nabokov.

    I've admired Dybek since buying an import copy of The Coast of Chicago over a decade ago. A mystery is why the star piece of that collection, 'Hot Ice', is not included here. The whole piece is a gem and its omission here is woeful. The recent work is the weakest - too self conscious, and one piece, 'Waiting', is an essay on other writers rather than a story. The best piece by far - poetic, vivid, achingly moving - is the story 'We Didn't.' Considering the quality of Dybek's sentences, that is saying something:

    'Dawn shimmered through dew-beaded webs as if a goddess had tossed her gown over the gone-to-seed field. The spiders must have spun a new gown each night. He imagined all the silk that had been spun since the origin of spiders, unspooling into a single thread with the tensile strength to connect the cosmos.'

    Many writers go to their graves without writing a single paragraph as fine as that.

  • Alice

    "It was the first time I'd ever had the feeling of missing someone I was still with."

  • Brooks

    I didn't really enjoy this book. Whilst the characters and their urban environments were no doubt realistic, I was glad to get to the end. Nineteen fairly depressing stories left me feeling kind of ... depressed and despairing in already gloomy times. Was that the point?