Nothing like I have read before. After reading it, I considered if it really is a short story after all. Almost a metafiction, like Margaret Atwood's "Happy Endings." And the best and worst thing about J. Robert Lennon's "Eight Pieces for the Left Hand" is that there are eight little stories, all unrelated, told by one consistent narrator. It's not even in chronological order--all the more confounding. I wish I could take out a quote and write it down, but it wouldn't make sense because that would not even amount to an eighth of the whole story. So I quote my favorite part:
"One night, while our cat was curled up on my lap, placidly purring, I noticed that his collar was somewhat crooked, and in the process of righting it I happened to catch a glimpse of the identification tag that hung from it. The tag, a worn, stamped-metal disc, told me that the cat's name was Fluffy.
Our cat, however, was named Horace" (Lennon, 61).
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