language of grief." The language of the story is spare (Hempel was too easily categorized as a "minimalist"), but the author creates the situation with the exact observation we expect in a fine poem. A few months after I read this story, I had to sit in a hospital room watching my own best friend die, and I realized that I had been instructed in this most difficult of tasks by the example of Hempel's story, even though I'm sure she would cringe at the idea that her stories would "instruct" anyone.
Over the course of the next couple of decades, Hempel published four short collections of stories. The longest piece, "Tumble Home," a seventy-page novella set in a psychiatric home, appeared in her third book. I began to think of her as an exquisite miniaturist, so it came as a kind of surprise when these books were put together to make a Collected Stories a couple of years ago. It is a big book, but one that seems to have a memorable gem on almost every page.
Hempel is often a very funny writer, reveling in jokes-both good and bad. For instance, she has one story entitled "Three Popes Walk into a Bar." Another title puns, "And Lead Us Not into Penn Station."
Her characters often rely on jokes and wordplay to get them through situations that would otherwise destroy them. Conversely,