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The O. Henry Prize tales 2014 gathers twenty of the simplest brief tales of the yr, chosen from hundreds of thousands released in literary magazines. The successful tales roam the area, from Nigeria to Venice, from an erupting volcano in Iceland to a brothel within the previous Wild West. They characteristic a blinding array of characters: a tender American falling in love in Japan, a lady raised by means of snake-handling fundamentalists, an previous guy mourning his past due spouse, and a fierce shield puppy with a expertise for break out. Accompanying the tales are the editor’s advent, essays from the eminent jurors on their favourite tales, observations from the profitable writers on what encouraged them, and an in depth source checklist of magazines.

Mark Haddon, “The Gun,” Granta
Stephen Dixon, “Talk,” The American Reader
Tessa Hadley, “Valentine,” The New Yorker
Olivia Clare, “Pétur,” Ecotone
David Bradley, “You keep in mind The Pin Mill,” Narrative
Kirstin Valdez Quade, “Nemecia,” Narrativemagazine.com
Dylan Landis, “Trust,” Tin House
Allison Alsup, “Old Houses,” New Orleans Review
Halina Duraj, “Fatherland,” Harvard Review
Chanelle Benz, “West of the Known,” The American Reader
William Trevor, “The Women,” The New Yorker
Colleen Morrissey, “Good Faith,” The Cincinnati Review
Robert Anthony Siegel, “The correct Imaginary Person,” Tin House
Louise Erdrich, “Nero,” The New Yorker
Rebecca Hirsch Garcia, “A Golden Light,” Threepenny Review
Chinelo Okparanta, “Fairness,” Subtropics
Kristen Iskandrian, “The Inheritors,” Tin House
Michael Parker, “Deep Eddy,” Southwest Review
Maura Stanton, “Oh Shenandoah,” New England Review
Laura van den Berg, “Opa-Locka,” The Southern Review

The Jurors on Their Favorites: Tash Aw, James Lasdun, Joan Silber
The Writers on Their Work
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