Museum of the Weird
By Amelia Gray
3.5/5
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Winner of FC2’s American Book Review/Ronald Sukenick Innovative Fiction Prize
A stunning collection of stories that reveal wondrous play and surreal humor
A monogrammed cube appears in your town. Your landlord cheats you out of first place in the annual Christmas decorating contest. You need to learn how to love and care for your mate—a paring knife. These situations and more reveal the wondrous play and surreal humor that make up the stories in Amelia Gray’s stunning collection of stories: Museum of the Weird.
Acerbic wit and luminous prose mark these shorts, while sickness and death lurk amidst the humor. Characters find their footing in these bizarre scenarios and manage to fall into redemption and rebirth. Museum of the Weird invites you into its hallways, then beguiles, bewitches, and reveals a writer who has discovered a manner of storytelling all her own.
Amelia Gray
Amelia Gray is the author of several books, including AM/PM, Museum of the Weird, THREATS, and Gutshot. Her fiction and essays have appeared in The New Yorker, The New York Times, The Wall Street Journal, Tin House, and VICE. She has been a finalist for the PEN/Faulkner Award for Fiction and for the New York Public Library Young Lions Fiction Award, and is the winner of the FC2 Ronald Sukenick Innovative Fiction Contest. She lives in Los Angeles.
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Like many bookish folks I know, I have an unnecessarily complicated system for choosing my next read. I won't bore you with the details of it but I will tell you that without this unnecessarily complicated system I would never have wandered the aisles of the University of Iowa Library and come away with one of the weirdest, most darling gems I've read in quite a while: Amelia Gray's Museum of the Weird.The New York Times described this series of . . . stories? short things? strange things? as "bizarre and darkly funny," which is as true as anything I could come up with. Experimental literature at both its best and worst, this book excelled for all the same reasons it didn't reach perfection. Initially: these characters are so weird, great! Then: oh, these characters are just so weird, what is happening? Finally: I think I'm glad I read whatever purposeful mess that was?The stories, short things, strange things, etc. are mostly a few pages long, with a few exceptions including the one that's just half a page long. There's the woman who gives birth to a new baby every day, the overworked waitress, and the woman stealing money from a fountain. "That's illegal," the narrator tells her. "I reject laws. This fountain has no laws," she tells him. "What about gravity?" he asks."That's just a good idea," she tells him, and, indeed, it is a good idea, and it's clear that Amelia Gray rejects the laws of fiction - fiction has no laws. This book may be her proof that the rules of fiction, and storytelling in general, are just "good ideas." I don't know that she made a believer out of me but I can say that the hour or so I spent reading this sharp piece of writing was an hour well spent.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Amelia Gray's Museum of the Weird is concisely that. This little compendium of curios doesn't mess around; nay, it's a sucker-punch of surreal hurled straight to the breadbasket. While some of the stories in this collection are a slow time-release of quirk into the bloodstream, others are a full-on mainline of weird cooked freshly from Gray's meth lab of imagination. But in a good way, I assure.The great thing about this work is the quality, as a majority of the stories, each contained within just a few pages, can easily be novellas or even larger works in scope. And while the sentiment typically flows from the wellspring of psychological insecurity of her characters, Gray's talent shines from the reserved awkwardness in their behavior. A waiter serves an entrée of hair but it's a matter of for whom, not if it's eaten; the work required to maintain a modern snake farm of the highest professionalism; the un-reciprocated dedication to a bag of frozen tilapia or a paring knife; or even the uneasy barroom conversation between a penguin and armadillo. Gray makes it work, no matter how strange the situation and delivers feeling, regardless of how absurd, creepily gothic or awkwardly sweet. The downside to the work is that it's too bloody short. There's a great spectrum of stories to sample, but they're over too quickly. Throw in a couple of Gray's intriguing writing exercises to fatten it out a bit and the reader will soon enough finish the book, noting not only the thoroughness of her weirdview but perhaps a hunger for something more. Museum of the Weird is a freakishly well-written book, ideal for those geared for a reread in order to fully savor.
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Museum of the Weird - Amelia Gray
Movement
BABIES
One morning, I woke to discover I had given birth overnight. It was troubling to realize because I had felt no pain as I slept, did not remember the birth, and in fact had not even known I was pregnant. But there he was, a little baby boy, swaddled among cotton sheets, sticky with amniotic fluid and other various baby goops. The child had pulled himself up to my breast in the night and was at that moment having breakfast. He looked up and smiled when I reached for him.
Hello,
I said.
I bundled my sheets and my mattress pad into a trash bag and set it by the door. I got into the shower with my new baby, because we were both covered in the material of his birth and were becoming cold. I soaped him up with my gentle face soap. He laughed and I laughed, because using face soap on an infant is funny. I toweled him off and wrapped him in a linen shirt.
On the walk to the store, I called my boyfriend, Chuck.
I had a baby overnight,
I said.
Chuck coughed. I am not amenable to babies,
he said.
I looked down at the baby. He was bundled up in the fine shirt and smiled as if he was aware of the quality of the shirt, and enjoyed it. I am in love with this baby,
I said, and that’s that.
At the grocery, I bought baby powder, diapers, two pacifiers, and a box of chocolate. I walked us home, fit a diaper on the baby, and ate a piece of chocolate. Chuck came over and said that perhaps he was amenable to babies after all, and we fell asleep together with the baby between us. The baby had not cried all day and neither had I.
The next morning, we woke to discover I had once again given birth, this time to a little girl. The babies were nestled together between us on the bed, and my spare sheets were ruined. I handed the babies off to Chuck and sent him to the shower. I bundled up the spare sheets and placed them by the other bag of sheets. Then, I got into the shower with Chuck. It was a nervous fit, with the two of us and the babies.
These babies are so quiet,
said Chuck. I love them, too. But I hope you don’t have another one overnight.
We all had a good laugh. The next morning, there was another baby. And another. And another. And another.
And that brings us to today.
WASTE
Roger’s assigned route had him picking up medical waste at most of the plastic surgery offices in town. He smelled it on his skin by the end of the day. The plastic surgery places were less of a hassle than the hospital and worlds away from the free clinic. After a day full of sharps and used lipo tubes and ruptured implants and the weight of discarded flesh, he tried not to think about the contents of the barrels. He sometimes wore his nose-plug at home.
The long shower he took after work helped a little, and it was good to finally smell the world around him as he dried himself off. From where he stood in his bedroom he could smell the dust in the carpet, the vinegar smell of his freshly washed windows, and the wooden bed frame. He detected the slightest hint of mold in the wall, which didn’t surprise him, as the duplex was fifty years old at least and sagging. After a good rain, the mold smelled damp and sweet.
Roger enjoyed his evenings when Olive, his neighbor on the other side of the duplex, was cooking. Olive worked as a line cook at a vegetarian restaurant and spent her evenings frying meat. The smells slipped under the door connecting their apartments and seeped out of closed windows to surround the house. One night, Roger smelled something new and knocked on their connecting door.
Hello, nose,
Olive said. It’s chorizo.
Behind her, a sauté pan sizzled with orange meat.
My grandmother made that in the morning,
Roger said. Olive leaned against the doorjamb. She was still wearing her hairnet from work. Probably with eggs,
she said.
And cheese, and corn chips sometimes.
A fine breakfast.
She gestured towards the pan with the spatula. I’m making hamburgers. I mix it with ground chuck. I have enough for another one, if you want.
They sat on the floor to eat. The meat soaked orange fat into the bread. The two of them worked through a thick pile of napkins. Olive’s apron was a cornflower blue hospital gown that Roger had picked up for her months ago. Her skin looked pale next to it.
You have a lovely collarbone,
Roger said.
She looked at him. Lymph nodes,
she said. And salivary glands.
She took a bite and chewed thoughtfully. They make chorizo with the lymph nodes and salivary glands of the pig. Cheeks, sometimes.
He swallowed. Cheeks.
Pig to pork,
Olive said. When does the change happen? At death, it’s a dead pig. At the market, it’s a pork product. But when does the grand transformation take place? After the animal’s last breath? When it’s wrapped and packed?
It would be horrible to be wrapped and packed.
Olive shrugged. Some might think so. The pig might think so, if it wasn’t well on its way to becoming pork. But it’s lucky, in a way. Not everything gets to transform.
Her collarbone ducked in and out of the neck of her hospital gown as she talked.
Roger returned his sandwich to its plate. I’m going to have the rest of this at work tomorrow,
he said.
She unlocked her side of the connecting door for him. Think about it,
she said. The pig gets to become pork. The rest of us simply go from live body to dead body.
* * *
At work, Roger loaded bags into heavy drums and wheeled the drums from the loading dock to his truck using a dolly and securing straps. He rolled the drums onto the truck’s hydraulic lift, operated the lift, and drove to the next office and eventually to the incinerator. The metal drums warmed in the sun in the bed of the truck.
One of the big autoclaves was broken at the sterilization plant, and he got to take his time on his last pickups. He talked to the nurses and drove aimlessly around town. He sat at a covered picnic table five hundred feet from his truck and ate a late lunch. The chorizo had solidified in the fridge overnight, giving the burger neon orange spots. Roger removed the nose-plug and clipped the lanyard to the lapel of his