Ben Greenman - What He's Poised to Do

CAL: For me, that story was always the keystone of the collection. So many of the ideas that define your stories—alienation and intimacy, communication and miscommunication, honesty and dishonesty—are traced in those few pages.

ALEX: Ben, do you think of this new collection as an extension of the original edition? As an evolution?

BEN: I’d say it’s a complement. There’s overlap in the stories, of course, but there are enough differences, in both content and design, that they feel like separate things.

CAL: Though there was one bit of continuity that was important to us when we offered to take the project over, which was to ask Hotel St. George to design our edition as well. We loved the original box so much, and felt that it had such power, that we wanted to bring at least some of that into the traditional book form.

ALEX: I thought it would be interesting to have a subtle design element that reminded people that these are stories about (and around) letters, as well as stories that span the globe, and so I came up with this postmark idea.

BEN: I’d say that the book-box, Correspondences , has its own pleasures, and that the book that’s not a box, What He’s Poised to Do , has its own. In terms of the stories themselves, this version feels a touch less tricky in conception and execution, a touch more straightforward.

CAL: But there are still a few little tricks throughout.

ALEX: Like what?

CAL: Like the way the stories interact with each other. They don’t all correspond in exactly the way they did in the box, but there are tiny echoes throughout. In “A Bunch of Blips,” a woman gets involved with a series of men, and one of those men seems to be a character from another story. The woman in “Her Hand” might be the woman who’s married to the man in “What He’s Poised to Do,” but later. Blood in one story seems to flow into another story. A bird from one story might fly into another one.

BEN: Some of those echoes are intentional, and some are just possible, as you say. I’m always suspicious when the characters in a story collection seem to have nothing to do with one another: to me, that seems artificial. At the same time, I didn’t want to link them together too mechanically. I just wanted the stories all to take place in the same universe, and to address the same set of concerns: men, women, love, lust, loss, comedy, tragedy, pleasure, pain, and lunar settlement. So that little tissue that connects all the stories is a fictional version of the real-life tissue that connects us.

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