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5.0 étoiles sur 5Ranges from humor to joy to love to suicidal depression8 février 2009
Par Midwest Book Review - Publié sur Amazon.com
Good fiction uses the reader, invoking a wide range of emotions. "The One Marvelous Thing" is an anthology of short stories from Rikki Ducornet. Not typecasting herself into any one style, she ranges from humor to joy to love to suicidal depression. Accompanied by charming black and white art from T. Motley, "The One Marvelous Thing" is a short fiction collection that can't help but be enjoyed.
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5.0 étoiles sur 5Lovely Short Fiction!4 août 2009
Par The Magpie - Publié sur Amazon.com
Absolutely organic and surreal; this is my favorite of the author's short fiction! Not simply for those of "certain tastes;" there is something here for everyone! Wonderous, magical, challenging: a great read!
3.0 étoiles sur 5Tightly-Wrapped Packages of Fiction2 décembre 2011
Par Mark G. Du Mez - Publié sur Amazon.com
Rikki Ducornet's: One Marvelous Thing
Morbidly personal and indivisible of its lethargic narcissism, Rikki Ducornet's musings render a supple and seasoned reader. One Marvelous Thing swells as a collection of short stories, twenty-nine blinding glimpses of a schizo-fertile memory.
In Panna Cotta, a tale of faux flattery, a cuckold chef with a mortician's touch holds a feast in his wife's likeness. The beautiful fable, The Wild Child, relates the longings and stagnant desires of a feral youth, who had once been free to kill a thing whenever she thirsted for blood; this was before her capture and subsequent "bondage of roasted meat and venomous alphabets," before the curious would pay to see her perfect teeth. Ducornet unfurls the disparate demands of generational appetites in the discharming La Goulue in Retirement: the subject's glamorous chatte had been the toast of Paris; now in her life's repose - with the heart of the city "beating without her" - La Goulue desires only a nap.
One is impressed that this is a writer who has studied the classics, dabbled in Sade, and immersed herself in Jacques Pepin; yet what she has managed to glean is not the important singularity of each, but the perfidy of their marginalia. Mrs. Ducornet is a gem and a certain talent; her writings are tightly-wound packages, Albese truffles drowsing in the sweetness filth.