Despite cherished progenitors like Ernest Hemingway’s THE OLD MAN AND THE SEA and Philip Roth’s GOODBYE, COLUMBUS, the novella is not a literary form that has attracted the interest of many American writers. Among contemporary authors, Jim Harrison (LEGENDS OF THE FALL) is perhaps the only one working consistently in the form. The principal danger is that, poorly handled, the work can feel either like a padded short story or an underdeveloped novel. In RIGHT LIVELIHOODS, Rick Moody has avoided that pitfall, providing a trio of unsettling tales united by the theme of paranoia that runs like an electric current through them.
“The Omega Force” leads off the collection, and it’s the most mordantly humorous of the three stories. Its protagonist is Dr. James (“Jamie”) Van Deusen, an alcoholic retired federal bureaucrat and heir to a mattress fortune, who awakens on a neighbor’s porch with a pulp thriller entitled OMEGA FORCE: CODE WHITE beside him on the chaise lounge where he has spent the night. When a fisherman tells him about a small plane carrying some “dark-complected” persons that has landed on the airstrip of the island in Long Island Sound (where the story takes place), Van Deusen begins to ascribe sinister meanings to even the most routine events. Soon he is conflating those events with scenes from the novel, imagining that a terrorist force is about to wreak havoc on the island and its mostly upscale inhabitants. Although Moody gives the story his own unique twist, the atmosphere and characters are reminiscent of the work of John Cheever, territory Moody has visited in his novel THE ICE STORM.
Of the three tales, “K&K” is the one most firmly grounded in a recognizable reality --- and perhaps for that reason the slightest --- the offices of a small insurance brokerage in Stamford, Connecticut. Ellie Knight-Cameron, the office manager, is a 34-year-old single woman who is “orderly in her habits and in her thinking.” One of her duties is the maintenance of the office suggestion box, a former tissue box she has wrapped in bright pink paper and that up to now has contained nothing more substantial than a compla