"Jack Livings's stories of China are marvels of the imagination." --Paul Harding, author of "Tinkers"
Set in the shifting landscape of contemporary China, Jack Livings's "The Dog" explodes the country's cultural and social fault lines, revealing a nation accustomed to rations, bitter struggle, and the stranglehold of communism as it confronts a generation rife with the promise of unforeseen prosperity.
In this riveting, richly imagined collection, a wealthy factory owner--once a rural peasant--refuses to help the victims of an earthquake until his daughter starts a relief effort of her own; a marginalized but powerful Uyghur gangster clashes with his homosexual grandson; and a dogged journalist is forced to resign as young writers in "pink Izod golf shirts and knockoff Italian loafers" write his stories out from under him. With spare, penetrating prose, Livings gives shape to the anonymous faces in the crowd and illuminates the tensions, ironies, and possibilities of life in modern China. As heartbreaking as it is hopeful, "The Dog" marks the debut of a startling and wildly imaginative new voice in fiction.
About the Author
Jack Livings is author of "The Dog", which was awarded the 2015 PEN / Robert W. Bingham Prize for debut fiction. "The Dog "was named a Best Book of the Year by the "Times Literary Supplement, " and "The New York Times" critic Michiko Kakutani included the book as one of her ten favorites of 2014. Livings' stories have appeared in "A Public Space", "The Paris Review", "StoryQuarterly", "Tin House", "The New Delta Review", "Guernica", "Best American Short Stories", and have been awarded two Pushcart Prizes. He is a graduate of the Iowa Writers' Workshop and was a Wallace Stegner Fellow at Stanford. He lives in New York with his family and is at work on a novel.
“Excellent tales that are by turns witty and scary and wise . . . Livings is a superb and singular writer.” —Kurt Andersen
“Exquisitely observed . . . What gives these stories their dark, upsetting grandeur is in every case the luminosity of hope, no matter how fragile, how vulnerable, how very nearly extinguished.” —Paul Harding