The Holiday Season

by Michael Knight and Michael Knight

Book Overview

"Knight has the rare power to make a setting breathe. . . . Authentic and intense." -- The New York Times Book Review In the spirit of Truman Capote's classic holiday book, A Christmas Memory ,... This description may be from another edition of this product.

• Format: Hardcover
• Language: English
• ISBN: 0802118577
• ISBN13: 9780802118578
• Release Date: November 2007
• Publisher: Grove Press
• Length: 144 Pages
• Weight: 0.60 lbs.
• Dimensions: 0.8" x 4.5" x 7.3"

Customer Reviews

Good Anytime of the Year, but Best for the Holidays

A good, worthwhile read at anytime of the year, but best saved, savored and enjoyed during the holiday season, from mid-November through Christmas when we tend to think about relationships, good and bad. Two stories about people living the joys, heartaches and difficulties of human relationships. The book has something for all generations. The first story is about father-son relationships during the holidays, a story of loss, regret, hope, and love. The second is about young people, still finding their way. Not a deep read, but a good read, especially late at night in front of a blazing fire

The Holiday Season

Great book. The author has an ear for real dialogue between family members, both functional and disfunctional. Really enjoyed 'Love at the end of the Season' (second story in the book) but both stories are great reads. Anyone can relate to the trials, tribulations and foibles of these families and their need to connect while struggling to maintain a personal identity.

a graceful, generous (and rare) writer

Michael Knight's writing, like William Trevor's, always seems so natural as to be effortless - which tells you just how skillful a writer he is. His stories flow through you, yet stay with you long after you've regretfully finished the book. The settings are Southern yet cast so that they feel like home wherever you're from.

Graceful and rhythmic prose, which makes the humor stick

The cover of THE HOLIDAY SEASON raises all sorts of alarms: a tired, clichéd work about family dysfunction by a narrator full of oh-so-deep regrets and insights. The photo of a silhouette staring off into the starry night on a snow-covered plain reeks of Hallmark sweetness. And while the book is mostly what one expects from a holiday story with a Sedaris-humor bent, it is at the top of its class. This slim gem is best read in front of the fire during the winter. The title novella is a portrait of the Posey family: the good soul, now self-neglecting and recent widower Jeff; his son, the tired actor and poetic narrator Frank; and the annoyingly successful brother Ted, who has a beautiful wife and daughters. With the boys' mother recently dead, Ted has decided to "start some family traditions of his own," and Jeff refuses to leave his littered house. Frank spends Thanksgiving with Jeff and Christmas with Ted, and we see the dynamics of three men who prefer not to speak of the problems surrounding them, each possessing their own form of pride. Jeff drinks too heavily and refuses to let anyone into his life, even though part of him needs to replace the hole left by his wife's death. Frank seems unable to grasp a foothold in life: he works in a traveling theater company that abridges plays for school assemblies and lives an uninspired day-to-day life, regretting how little impact Shakespeare's words have on him. Despite all this, he doesn't seem all that enthused to start living his life. Ted is unsympathetic to his father's quirks and fails to see viewpoints other than his own, giving him a jerky quality. As is crucial for such a character-driven work (there is little plot to speak of), none of them are overly simplistic and they never lapse into more clichéd versions of themselves. There is truth in what each of them believes and how each of them lives, judgment comes with difficulty, and more importantly, one feels no need to do so. These are real people with real problems; our privilege to see them at a particularly vulnerable point of their lives does not lend credence to any harsh moralizing. The lack of resolution doesn't feel disappointing, surprisingly, a credit to Knight's deftness. When discussing why he didn't make the novella a play, Frank writes, "I had no third act, that our story had no clear-cut resolution and likely never would, that whatever we had gained...something was lost as well, some opportunity missed, perhaps, though the nature of that something is hazy to me even now." The other piece, "Love at the End of the Year," is a collage of people's points of view at a New Year's party. This work is substantially funnier than "The Holiday Season," mixing in more humor with the soulful personalities of the characters and their relationships --- for example, the continued attempts of a wife to tell her husband she's leaving him, though he repeatedly doesn't get it upon hearing so. But because each point-of-view narrative is only a f

Why isn't this guy more famous?

Evey time I read something by Michael Knight, I'm left wondering why he isn't more famous than he is. For me, his stories are as good as they get. They are fun and entertaining, literary and sad. Of the two novellas found in The Holiday Season, I particularly enjoyed "Love at the End of the Year." It juggles some ten or more characters and covers everything from Internet Porn to Guns and Romance--all good stuff within the context of a Michael Knight story.