Best of Honolulu Fiction
Edited by Darrell H.Y. Lum, Eric Chock
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Winner of the Hawaiʻi Book Publishers Association Ka Palapala Poʻokela Honorable Mention Award for Excellence in Literature.
What happens when a slick city magazine and a literary journal join forces? This book, published by Hawaiʻi’s foremost literary journal Bamboo Ridge, features stories from the Honolulu Magazine Fiction Contest.
For the Last 16 years, Honolulu Magazine has sponsored a yearly contest for short stories that reflect Hawaiʻi in setting, characters or theme. The prizes have been generous. And the response great. Pamela Ball, Marie Hara, Nora Okja Keller, R. Zamora Linmark, Gary Pak, Graham Salisbury, and Lois-Ann Yamanaka are just some of the short-story authors included in this collection.
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| ISBN | 910043574 |
| ISBN-13 | 978-0910043571 |
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| Number of Pages | 352 |
| Weight | 16 oz |
| Dimensions | 8.8 × 5.8 × 0.8 in |
from Chemotherapy by Mavis Hara
The slightest touch in the shower and my hair pulls out of my scalp, coming out in my fingers in wide black ribbons. The ribbons flow down my back and arms with the warm water. They encircle me, cling to the warmth of my body like a toddler fearful of being left. Finally, curling in tendrils around my ankles, they flow reluctantly toward the drain. There, abandoned by water, and trapped against the silvery round grating, they twist themselves into black balls, hollow worlds, empty nests.
from Hanalei by John Heckathorn
Every time I get divorced I cry, big blubbering bursts of tears, usually at dinnertime. My soon-to-be-ex-wife Diane finds these tears at the table suspicious. I'm not upset she's leaving me, she insists; I'm upset that I won't have anyone to cook my dinner. An unfair allegation if I've ever heard one, because Diane is a horrid cook and because, despite all good sense, I am going to miss her, her ramrod-straight posture, as if life were a military school, and her curly hair cut short like a helmet around her head, and her full lips set like a prune in disapproval, usually of me. I've lived so long with her disapproval, I'm afraid I'll collapse once it's gone, undone by the sudden lack of opposition.
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