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(Raincoast Books, 2002)

From the accomplished author of Tracing Iris comes a mesmerizing collection about yearning, vice and the dark side of love. The stories in Hungers expose the voids in our hearts and the potential hostility beneath the calm surface of our most intimate relationships. The savage Aztec god Tezcalipoca, who set people against one another and created anguish and disquiet, presides over many of Hungers' characters. The linked quintet of stories that ends the book eloquently captures this particular kind of discord, showing two sisters whose relationship is so anguished that reconciliation is impossible -- yet the love between them persists. Here are beautifully controlled and crafted stories about the uncontrollable and ungovernable forces in our lives.

“Gunn's wonderfully quirky and rigorous imagination, her unquenchable curiosity, her poet-passion for the plasticity of language, her knack for twinning grit and intelligence, are alive and kicking in Hungers..."  - The Globe & Mail, November 2002

 

“Few contemporary writers can match Gunn in irony and searing characterization.”                      - The Star, September 2002

 

"Gunn unfolds the story carefully, exposing the characters' mutual betrayals with the well-paced control of a strip-tease."

                                                     - Quill & Quire, September 2002

 

"Gunn's no-nonsense stories have a hard, shining edge for all their lack of sentiment."               - The Toronto Star, September 2002

 

 “What is evident in [Hungers] is Gunn's craftsmanship and control.”                                            - Uptown, September 2002

 

                                                      

By the time the plane lands in Puerto Vallarta, both Alice and Morris are drunk. The four scotches, Alice reasons, were necessary to dispel anxiety. Better than sedatives — you get addicted to those. Morris has gone one further. He averts his eyes, but she can see the beginnings of a conscience in the red rings, the shiny pupils.

“We're here, honey,” she says and forces a smile. “I wonder if it's changed much.”

“Most likely turned into another American tourist trap.” Morris stares, gloomy, out the window, as if reluctant to disembark. Deplane, as the flight attendants say. Always makes Alice think of Jonah and the whale.   Read more . . .

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