5/19/2023 0 Comments Tobias wolff the night in question![]() ![]() ![]() She remembered it all - the tremor in her legs, the hammering pulse in her neck as the smell of smoke grew stronger. It would be like old times, the two of them waiting in her room upstairs while Frank Senior worked himself into a rage below, muttering, slamming doors, stinking up the house with the cigars he puffed when he was on a tear. From the time she was a scabby-kneed girl she’d taken on her own father and if push came to shove she’d take on the Father of All, that incomprehensible bully. For her brother she’d fought neighborhood punks, snotty teachers and unappreciative coaches, loan sharks, landlords, bouncers. Here a chunk of that story’s concluding paragraph.įrances didn’t mind a fight, and she especially didn’t mind fighting for her brother. The Night in Question is the thirteenth story in the collection, and it took me that long to figure out what Wolff was doing with them. Later, after receiving the book but before getting around to reading it, I heard another, the titular The Night in Question, read on the same podcast. ![]() This is a collection of short stories that I picked up after hearing one of them, Bullet in the Brain, read on the New Yorker Fiction Podcast that I listen to. ![]()
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