Where I'm calling from: selected stories (Raymond Carver)

Setting: central America as we see it in the movies. Outskirts of. Kind of twilight zone somewhere in a collective subconscious.
Charachters: desperate for something, but quiet and cruel and disturbingly common. Mostly alcoholic. Go fishing a lot.

Photographic style: hands and faces are hopelessly captured forever.
Propositions are short, dry and sometimes make up for the lack of information - the author is there to take a snapshot of a single moment of beautiful desperation. Not to tell a story.

"I could feel my heart beating. I could feel everyone's heart beating. I could hear the human noise we all made, sitting there without moving, not even when the room grew dark."