Issue #255: Ayşe Papatya Bucak’s “Good Fortune”

Our new issue drops us down into the world of a Florida hotel that caters to clients interested in long-term residency for the sake of ensuring U.S. citizenship for soon-to-be-born babies. In other words, the birth tourism industry. And while it’s strange enough to consider a hotel where, on a regular basis, one person checks into a room and two people check out, stranger still is the appearance of a series of threatening, anonymous notes slipped under residents’ doors. Everyone has a different theory about who the culprit is. The manager, whose suspicions include (but are not limited to) her estranged nephew, starts sleeping with a vegetable knife clutched in her fist just in case things get dicey.

Ayşe Papatya Bucak’s “Good Fortune” is many things at once: laced with humor, sprinkled with menace, peppered with false clues, and ghosted with memories of long-lost family members. We’re delighted to be ushering it into the world, and we look forward to reading more from this emerging, energetic writer.

2 thoughts on “Issue #255: Ayşe Papatya Bucak’s “Good Fortune”

  1. This is my first edition of One Story. I LOVED it!
    And, it was a revelation. There is a house diagonally across from me….and I was wondering why so many pregnant women are moved in there, and then leave, with a baby in tow. Too many coming and going to be a coincidence. Just saying…
    Anyway, I am looking forward to my next story.
    Thanks so much!

  2. Being quite pleased by the way Ms. Bucak works her story and seeing there the notice of her August publishing of a book of stories with Norton, “The Trojan War Museum and Other Stories,” I pre-ordered. It came an hour ago. I have read the first story, “The History of Girls,” and with this, now have a beautiful hardback of stories to continue what began with the OneStory “Good Fortune.” Bucak’s way encourages writers and readers to take a ride with a series of ideas and events and impressions all untethered, the way they are in dreams, from what does happen on earth and from an exacting narrative, yet carrying along a path of emotional meaningfulness. I was so very happy to watch myself cry for a few moments at the end of the story, eyes moist but also chest open and sighing, and to do so not for an exact reason for sadness, but for having myself been opened there in the chest with the fragile thing that it is to be a human. I privately like to say ‘We are, each of us, also a girl inside.’ One of the 20 or so sections breaks in this story is just a paragraph, and it begins, “What, we [girls in a school] had always asked each other, could it be like to be stoned?” An answer is given, “Maybe it was the weight of the human hatred that knocked girls from their feet.” See what I mean? Thank you, Ayşe!

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