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Lewis Shiner has published seven novels, including Black & White, Deserted Cities of the Heart, and the award-winning Glimpses, all available from Subterranean Press. He has also published four short story collections, including the career-spanning Collected Stories, as well as journalism and comics. Virtually all of his work is available for free download at www.fictionliberationfront.net.

Collected Stories by Lewis Shiner

"Shiner doesn't work through dazzle, diversion, or sleight of hand. His prose is a model of clarity. When you come to the end of a story, you know what happened; you know how Shiner feels about it... The emotional world of these stories feels very like the real world to me."

—Karen Joy Fowler, in her Introduction

Collected Stories gathers the best from Lewis Shiner's three previous, long out-of-print collections and combines them with new and previously uncollected work.

His best known stories are all here, including "The War at Home," "Twilight Time," "The Circle," "Perfidia," and "Mozart in Mirrorshades," as well as a brand new story, "The Death of Che Guevara."

Containing 41 stories and extensive author's notes, Collected Stories is the definitive compilation of Shiner's short fiction, and shows why Publishers Weekly praised his "exquisite story construction" and why Jonathan Carroll said that he "writes with enough heart for three chests."

CURATOR'S NOTE

I first read Lew's graceful science fiction stories in the 1990s genre magazines. What an astonishment to discover he has, over a multi-decade career, written mainstream, dark fantasy, cyberpunk, historicals, a wonderful miniseries of hard-boiled detective stories, and even a western or two. You'll find them all in Lew's Collected Stories, with (coincidentally) an Introduction by another Story Collection StoryBundle author, Karen Joy Fowler. Enjoy this multi-talented author's genre-spanning short fiction in The Story Collection StoryBundle. – Lisa Mason

 

REVIEWS

  • "These 41 powerful stories cover Shiner's career across three decades and multiple genres, showcasing hard-edged, often political genre fiction at its finest....Shiner never fails to astound, and this collection highlights everything that makes him one of today's best storytellers."

    – Publishers Weekly (starred review)
  • "With Collected Stories, Lewis Shiner cements his position as one of the SF field's most accomplished practitioners. His humanism and his compassion are evident in even the more pessimistic explorations of power struggles, and reveal a thoughtful and erudite exploration of how and why human beings treat one another the way they do. Shiner's prose sparkles with humanity, with empathy, and with clarity. Taken as a whole, the collection is a gift of narrative, a multifaceted examination into what it means to be a human being in any universe."

    – Jason Eric Lundberg, Strange Horizons
  • "That may be Shiner's greatest talent, the ability — like all the masters of the short fiction form — to create characters we can care about, can even relate to, in brief tales and in the most incredible circumstances. Regardless of allegory or fantasy, what makes his Collected Stories so memorable is the humanity at their heart. This is a substantial collection in every sense, one that places Lewis Shiner among the finest of today's short story practitioners."

    – James A. Gardner, blogcritics.org
 

BOOK PREVIEW

Excerpt

PERFIDIA

"That's Glenn Miller," my father said. "But it can't be."

He had the back of the hospital bed cranked upright, the lower lid of his left eye creeping up in a warning signal I'd learned to recognize as a child. My older sister Ann had settled deep in the recliner, and she glared at me too, blaming me for winding him up. The jam box sat on the rolling tray table and my father was working the remote as he talked, backing up my newly burned CD and letting it spin forward to play a few seconds of low fidelity trombone solo.

"You know the tune, of course," he said.

"'King Porter Stomp.'" Those childhood years of listening to him play Glenn Miller on the console phonograph were finally paying off.

"He muffed the notes the same way on the Victor version."

"So why can't it be Miller?" I asked.

"He wouldn't have played with a rabble like that." The backup musicians teetered on the edge of chaos, playing with an abandon somewhere between Dixieland and bebop. "They sound drunk."

My father had a major emotional investment in Miller. He and my mother had danced to the Miller band at Glen Island Casino on Long Island Sound in the summer of 1942, when they were both sixteen. That signature sound of clarinet and four saxes was forever tied up for him with first love and the early, idealistic months of the war.

But there was a better reason why it couldn't have been Miller playing that solo. If the date on the original recording was correct, he was supposed to have died three days earlier.