Usually, “the longer, the better” is what I say about fiction. I like stories that draw you in and once they have you, close off the outside world, making you forget time and basic bodily functions. I read a lot of short stories because it’s a good way to get to know an author, but I’m not really fond of them. However, there are a few authors that I think have mastered the short story according to my taste. These guys have never let me down with their short fiction:
Edgar Allan Poe, Ernest Hemingway, Flannery O’Connor, Kate Chopin, Franz Kafka, Ursula K. Le Guin, James Joyce, Roald Dahl, Kurt Vonnegut, and Eudora Welty
Pictures are some of the best short stories around. I ran across this book back in May (and it finally came). I was really happy to see such a thing. Discovering that one of my favorite short story authors gave over thought and time to one of my favorite storytelling mediums was like when I discovered a back road that cut my commute time in half or when I found out that Tony Bennett, a vocalist I love, could work wonders with graphite and paper or when I learned that Minnie Driver, an actress I love, had a singing voice and song writing style to my liking. It’s just the best thing ever.