Brian Allen Carr, Short Bus, Texas Review Press, 2011."Short Bus is a muscly and energetic collection of linked short fictions plagued with deformed characters who crunch through life in the southern haunts of Texas. Fetuses sport mustaches, testicles don tuxedos, a melted-faced track star keeps sweethearts by the dozens. Often tender and bitter against the same taste bud, this wicked debut collection breathes life into the American Southwest. There are hints here of McCarthy, Hannah, Burroughs and Garrett in the voice, but the structure sings of ...y no se lo tragó la tierra. The entire approach is refreshing. Carr's fiction is a new animal--untamed--and Short Bus will cut a welcomed wound across your heart."
"Brian Allen Carr’s brain must be a snarl of firing pistons, sizzling fuses, hoses leaking blood and tequila and hydraulic oil. How else can you explain the twisted machinery of his stories? Each of them a disturbing journey that will thrill and educate you in the sunlit haze of the Texas/Mexico border–and the sometimes subterranean darkness of the human heart." - Benjamin Percy
"These stories are everything hardworking–the characters, the scenery, the sentences–all form to build a machine crafted to break hearts along the border. A ridiculously strong first collection." - Shane Jones
"Short Bus balances the harshness of characters’ lives with beautiful and precise language, making parched land feel lush. Carr writes the best kind of stories-stories that only he could have written." - Mary Miller
"Brian Allen Carr spins brilliant border stories with a rhythm and beat all his own. Short Bus joins a short list of books that sound like now: I can think only of Matthew Mc Intosh’s Well and Patrick deWitt’s Ablutions that ring with the same 21st century authenticity. At a time when too many voices are touted as original, Carr’s voice truly is." - Larry Fondation
"Short story collections are like tackle boxes, and as readers we’re like big, literate fish. But we’re fish who’ve grown arms and legs and we live on land now. However, unlike our aquatic friends, we want to be caught, and that’s what we’re looking for when we’re slapping around in the tackle box—we want a sharp, exciting ride.
A good tackle box will have all sorts of lures: simple hooks, jiggly, fake worms, maybe some fancy flies, or even a bit of Strike King™ Pro-Model stuff. And as we’re rocking in our chairs, our eyes wide and our jaws slack, we’re hoping for that sharp surprise to tear through our cheeks and reel us flopping across the carpet.
Luckily for us, the tackle box that is Brian Allen Carr’s debut collection Short Bus is loaded with material that’ll snag hard on our throats, cheeks, foreheads—hell, even our fingers. Sometimes all it takes is a simple graze and we’re tight on the wire.
In the opening story Running the Drain, Carr wastes no time in snapping his pole back, setting a dark, pounding, addictive tone deep into our jowls.
pg. 1: “I’ll check the police report in the morning from Mexico. I’ll slip across the border at Reynosa. I’ll buy a cheap, rusted car and a pistol and drive south. I’ll get a room in the mountains. I’ll walk through the pines and kick the fallen needles. I’ll be free.”
Carr writes with a clarity that is both elegant and brutal. When you employ short, declarative sentences, there isn’t any room for shadowplay; everything is honest, bared. His characters live by these same rules, flexing their weaknesses, confiding their often dark desires.
Whisper to Scar, pg. 38:
“I thought how easy it would be. Like an accident. Him falling into the water, then splashing around in circles as his left hand pulled across the surface and his nub pierced through clean.
I reeled up the slack in my line. I set my pole in a holster.
“Hey, Timmy,” I said.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“That life jacket don’t look too comfortable on you,” I said. “Why don’t you hand it here.””
By and large the characters in this collection are broken by time and circumstance, some by birth, and they slink and limp along the Texas/Mexico border in search of simple moments in which they can seize at least a sense of the control they’ve relinquished somewhere along the way. They are recognizable strangers, each and every one of them.
While the doses of darkness and damage come fast and often in this collection, there are stories that succeed in lightening the mood, so to speak. And after having my face smashed into the surf behind a speeding boat for several pages—but delightfully so, mind you—I’m always happy to hear the gears downshift and feel the fun bubbles rush over my body. The story that best embodies this shift is the titular Short Bus, a first person account of the adventures that come with teaching a special education class. It’s funny, honest, sad, and, in my opinion, it’s the best balanced piece in the collection. It’s also one of the longer stories, and it’s the one whose end saddened me the most because I didn’t want it to stop. You hear me, Carr? You’ve got a novel waiting for you in that story. Or at least a healthy novella.
pg. 41: “Pappi likes to pop-lock, which is funny to watch because he’s retarded and he’s got no neck. He likes to dance, and he likes rap music. That morning he held his fingers out as though barrels of guns. He wagged his thumbs like crashing hammers. He did this in time with the beats blasting from the speakers. He wiggled his body and it looked like an off center gumdrop ready to fall. Everybody loves him.”
The strengths of Carr’s writing are many, notably his attention to detail, his wonderfully crafted characters and settings (you can taste blood and dust in many of these stories), and my personal favorite—his ability to surprise, regardless of a story’s content. Whether following friends on a trip to Mexico, looking over the shoulders of two hit men, or feeling the pressure of a young boy growing up beneath a sick mother and a hardened older brother, we never know what’s coming around the corner, or what that shiny thing is that’s twirling through the water.
Carr’s Short Bus will leave you punctured, dripping, and smiling. I highly recommend this collection." - Mel Bosworth
In his own words, here is Brian Allen Carr's Book Notes music playlist for his short fiction collection, Short Bus
