I’ve been a fan of Quent Cordair’s ever since I first read A Prelude to Pleasure.
Everything I have read by him since has been stellar.
And so I eagerly bought The Match, just published on Amazon this morning, and read through it straightaway.
Like his other fiction, this short story features self-confident and clear-thinking characters.
Like his other fiction, this short story pulls you into their world with well-chosen, sensuous descriptions.
And like his other fiction, this short story gives you the type of ending you might expect, just not in the way you’d expect.
So this arguably is more of the same from Cordair. Although the details have changed, from the first word to the last, it’s the same benevolent sense of life and the same playful sense of humor that shows in all he does.
But I wouldn’t consider any of that a knock on The Match. It’s not too much of the same for me. And even if someone could convince me that it was, I’d agree with what Mae West said, “Too much of a good thing can be wonderful!”