I reached a point in reading The Complete Stories where the arrival of a new young woman in any given story made me roll my eyes--not because Malamud's masculine reveries are particularly scandalous, but because the reveries seem scandalously inadequate to the cosmic hintings of his other stories.
The Complete Stories pales in comparison to Malamud's other novels.
I was so enamored by Malamud's The Complete Stories.
Yeah it wasn't that cute.
You were the last one to arrive.
Men in yellow and black African robes.
Did anyone send him an email last night?
The book suggests the dream will become reality.
A man drives through the desert.