Raymond Carver Short Stories
One of my favorite short story writers in college was Raymond Carver. We
studied him in a creative writing class, and at the end of the
semester, when everyone was selling back the books they were tired of
studying, I tucked Where I’m Calling From in a box as I moved
home, and I recently had the pleasure of pulling it out again and
starting to re-read. So, I decided I’d share one of my favorite stories
with you all on here. The fall began with Ray's trip to Missoula, Mont., in '72 to fish
with friend and literary helpmate Bill Kittredge. That summer Ray fell
in love with Diane Cecily, an editor at the University of Montana, whom
he met at Kittredge's birthday party. "That's when the serious drinking
began. It broke my heart and hurt the children. It changed everything. "By fall of '74," says Carver, "he was more dead than alive. I
had to drop out of the Ph.D. program so I could get him cleaned up and
drive him to his classes." Over the next several years, she suffered
physical abuse. Friends urged her to leave him. "But I couldn't. I really wanted to hang in there for the long
haul. I thought I could outlast the drinking. I'd do anything it took. I
loved Ray, first, last and always."
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