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Your Quiet Affair
Editor-in-Chief Danielle Ofri on "Your Quiet Affair" by Christine Caya Koryta:
Given the purview of the Bellevue Literary Review, it's not surprising that many of the submissions we receive are somber, poignant, heart-wrenching. Humor is a much tougher sell in the illness-and-disease department. But it is a critical element, both for leavening what could be an extremely depressing journal, but also for providing an alternative lens for examining difficult issues. When I read Christina Caya's story, "Your Quiet Affair" in the slush pile back in 2008, I laughed out loud at the get-go. From two teachers fumbling around in the janitor's closet to the explosion in the Wiener World sausage packaging factory, the story takes us on a rollicking but perceptive journey about language, relationships, deafness, mumbling, and love.
Here's what one of our reviewers wrote about the story: "Christine Caya's story, 'Your Quiet Affair,' is carried out beautifully. It is compassionate, interesting, and full of quirky characters. The opening is fantastic! A wonderful hook. The point of view is one of the best examples of good writing that I've ever seen. [It is] a universal piece that will be embraced by all readers. I believe this story should be taken very seriously and kudos to the writer!"
|Christine Caya Koryta received her MFA from Florida International University. Her work has appeared in Florida Humanities, Florida English, Third Coast, River City, Wolf Moon Press, and was a Finalist in the Glimmertrain Fiction Open. She is the Coordinator of the Eckerd College Writers' Conference: Writers in Paradise and lives in Bloomington, Indiana with her husband. She is currently working on a novel.|
"Your Quiet Affair" appears in BLR V8N2 (Fall 2008)
Your Quiet Affair by Christine Caya Koryta
Your affair with Connie Gervais starts the way you imagine most do. You just turned forty-five, your wife, Delia, is picking up extra shifts at Wiener World’s packaging plant to pay for your daughter’s first year at college, and, well, you simply begin to want something you’re not supposed to have. You want to fulfill some teenage fantasy. Have a woman tell you firmly and with conviction to bark like a goddamn dog, tell you something, anything, other than not to forget to take out the trash because it is Tuesday.