The last collection of stories by this much feted short-fiction writer, Elephant, is a triumph of understatement, replete with emotional resonance. The stories are not so much narratives as statements - `this is how life is lived'.
In the title story a man remembers his father carrying him on his shoulders and how he imagined his father was an elephant. This elegantly gentle metaphor carries over into his own life as he struggles to help his family, all of whom need financial assistance. He, in turn, has become the elephant carrying his ex-wife, his mother, his daughter, his son and his brother on his shoulders. Gentleness pervades many of these stories, a woman intent on leaving her husband walks out of her house one foggy night to find horses gathered on her lawn; a man who is separating from his wife rakes his lawn and that of his next-door neighbours, as if cleaning up his past ready for a new life. In a departure from his usual modern settings Carver writes of Chekhov's death from tuberculosis in the midddle of a heat wave.
Each of his stories is a delicate view of the breakdowns and failures of relationships, but leavened always by insight, vision and sometimes by the freight and motion, the joyful complexity, of being alive.