Lily Hoang - Unfinished: stories finished by Lily Hoang

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Lily Hoang is the author of The Evolutionary Revolution, Changing, a recipient of the PEN Beyond Margins Award, and Parabola, winner of the 2006 Chiasmus Press Un-Doing the Novel Contest. She serves as Prose Editor for Puerto del Sol and Associate Editor for Starcherone Books. She teaches in the MFA program at New Mexico State University.

The author graciously thanks the twenty brilliant writers who dared to let me finish their stories. Kate Bernheimer, Blake Butler, Beth Couture, Debra Di Blasi, Justin Dobbs, Trevor Dodge, Zach Dodson, Brian Evenson, Scott Garson, Carol Guess, Elizabeth Hildreth, John Madera, Ryan Manning, Michael Martone, Kelcey Parker, Ted Pelton, Kathleen Rooney, Davis Schneiderman, Michael Stewart, J. A. Tyler

(Bios for the contributing writers may be found at the end of the book:)

In May 2009, as the summer barreled its way toward me, I began thinking about a book project. I had quite a few short stories started and abandoned, and I entertained the idea of starting a collection, but when I re-examined my forgotten fragments, I couldnt stand them. They were trash.

Then, the idea struck me: If I had abandoned so many stories, other writers must have as well. So I sent out a request to my favorite writers, asking for their scraps, stories or poems they couldnt finish, wouldnt finish, things theyd simply discarded. I offered to finish their stories for them.

Given the nature of this project, I was surprised by the generous and enthusiastic response. In my request, I asked for unfinished stories, which I would then finish. There were no parameters on what they could give me. Some writers gave me pages and pages. These were the most difficult stories for me to finish, as a voice and plot had been established. Most writers, however, gave me anywhere from one sentence to a few paragraphs. Some writers gave me fabulist fiction. This is my comfort zone. With those stories, I played. Other writers gave me realist fiction. With those stories, I struggled more than played.

This has been a collaborative process. After completing each story, I offered the original authors the opportunity to edit, revise, etc. Many of them did. Others didnt. In this collection, I have tried my best to retain the original writers voice and style to the best of my ability, but of course, they are stories I have co-opted and taken as my own. Common themes and styles do emerge, but more than anything else, this is a collection of other peoples carrion, which I have like Frankenstein resurrected. I hope, unlike Frankenstein, that I have more empathy for my created monster than the good doctor did. And, of course, I have emerged alive and relatively unscathed!

Here, you have twenty-one finished stories, started and abandoned by someone else, that I have ended.

Lily Hoang

September 2009

So lets just avoid conflict, why dont we? What made you think, even for an instant, that Stanley had a chance with the cool kids? I mean, poor bastard transfers to a new school and what does he wear the first day? Seriously, he comes to school wearing a clip-on tie and a cardigan. A fucking clip-on tie. And now you think hes got a chance with the cool kids just because one day later hes taken off the tie and the cardigan?

That shit sticks with you.

By the time he hits fifth grade, hell still be seen as a stiff. Maybe when he gets to junior high, the kids might forget about it, but now, right now, it doesnt matter how much gel he puts in his hair or how tall his spikes can get, Stanleys the class square. Theres no way around it.

But you, you just cant stop yourself, can you? Its like youre caught in some bizarre musical theatre world where Stanley can transform himself into the greased-lightning cool kid overnight, like hell come into school the next day, smoking a cigarette and shagging the hottest girl in the class, well, bud, thats just not the way it works. But you cant carry it through, can you? You got so far as to style his hair and dress him in normal kid clothes hell, lets be generous here. Hes even wearing semi-cool clothes and you march him into the classroom after the bell rings (dangerous!), and where do you have him sit down? You have him sit in Milts seat. Fuck.

And this is the make it or break it moment, the one that stands in the storybooks as the decisive moment of Stanleys pathetic life. You could have sat him in any empty seat of the whole room, but instead, you put him in the only seat that says, Milts motherfucking chair: Dont sit down. Because last year Milt was in this class. And the year before that, Milt was in this class. Milts been sitting in that one chair for two and a half years and you put your little homeboy in that seat!

Poor Stanley doesnt even know any better. For all he knows, hes sitting in any seat. He doesnt know Milt. He can barely differentiate the cool kids from the nerds. But you. You know better. You could have sat him anywhere, and now, here it is. Stanleys fucked because Milt didnt skip class today. Milts just walked into the room, and the whole rooms quiet. Even the teacher. Even the teacher whos supposed to be teaching arithmetic knows shits about to go down, and Stanley is just sitting there like a dope.

So here we are. Either Stanley is going to get up and move and live in constant terror for the rest of his fucking life, or hes going to get his ass kicked. But you dont have the stomach for it, do you? No, you want to turn away. You want to close the book. Youre such a fucking loser. I mean, just let Stanley get his ass kicked. Make him stand up to Milt for just one second make him say some dumb shit like, Its a free country. I can sit where I want! and sure, itll hurt like hell, and sure, he wont be in with the cool kids, but if he stands up to Milt, even for a second, hell at least get a little respect from the kids at the back of the class, and hell for sure be in with the kids who sit in the middle of the classroom because, you know, despite what you think, its not just the kids in the front (nerds) and the kids in the back (cool). Theres kids in the middle too. But no, for you, its either got to be the front row or the back row. You probably didnt even notice those empty chairs in the middle of the room. You were all caught up remembering Stanley sitting in the very front row yesterday, all by himself, and little bastard couldnt even see the chalkboard. He had to scoot the desk up closer like a real kiss-ass. But no, for you, its either total success or total failure. Thats probably why you never could make it even in regional theatre the highlight of your life before going into sales was a gig or two at the dinner theatre playing Colonel Mustard who didnt do it in the pantry with a candlestick. Yeah, you couldnt even be the star in dinner theatre. But now you get to be the star. Now, you have Stanley.