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Book of the Year

At the American Booksellers Association convention in Chicago in 2001,An American Outrage was named Editor's Choice 2000 Book of the Year in Fiction by ForeWord Magazine (the leading source of critiques and reviews for independent booksellers).

Nude In Tub was published in 1999 and was a Book-of-the-Month Club (QPB) selection. Many of the stories were originally published in such magazines as The Gettysburg Review,The Missouri Review, New York Stories,Other Voices, Flaunt, and Prairie Schooner.

First thoughts toward an autobiography

Really Recent

A good taste of where I'm at right now can be found in the story, Husbands recently published in Literal Latte (a peppy little tabloid in New York City).

One of my scariest stories, originally published in Other Voices, was recently reprinted in Stranger: Dark Tales of Eerie Encounters, edited by Michelle Slung (HarperCollins Perennial). It has the rather homey title of "The General Store," but if you've ever been in the mood for revenge, Johnny and Janice will tell you what it's all about.

Two new novels and two story collections are in the works.


HoneyLee's Girl
When the F.B.I. enters your life, says Michelle Monelle, they are not to be trusted. As a long-forgotten past surfaces, she remembers the turmoil of her youth – the radicalism of the 1970’s, her marriage at age fourteen, mysterious strangers who may or may not have been government agents, and the passionate young Native American woman on the run from everything. Michelle remains loyal to her memories and to those who helped her through her traumatic childhood, but eventually realizes she was immersed in a darkness that even today yields only a smattering of light.

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Now That I'm Ready To Tell You Everything
Serena Callaway, that morning, a beautiful spring morning, wanted nothing more than a quiet, meditative walk along the streets of her small town, kind of a sexy town with its lingerie shop, adult bookstore, abortion clinic, and strip club.

She wanted to greet the early risers out tending their flower beds, smell the breakfast coffee and bacon in the air, and smile at the antics of the squirrels and rabbits and roaming dogs as they got their day underway.

Then she found a toe, a woman’s big toe, recently pedicured, lying in the street, and began to realize that normal, along with quiet and certainly meditative, just might not be where things were at on that day.

Now That I’m Ready To Tell You Everything, in all its brevity, is a story about a young marriage, about friendship, and about our often flimsy hold on moral certainty. A bit picaresque, a bit quirky? Perhaps.

But Serena Callaway is the sort of level-headed witness to human frailty you’d love to have with you on a frigid winter night when the battery of your car has gone dead, or, as will be seen, when “Household Security” pays a visit to a good friend’s house, or when your best friend’s husband has gotten himself stuck in a culvert.

Above all, though, Now That I’m Ready To Tell You Everything is a fun romp through a single morning as a group of quite ordinary people try desperately to turn average moments into nutty events.

The typewriter has since been replaced by a computer. The pencil, however, is non-replaceable.

Reflections In A Keyhole Eye
Algonquin Books of Chapel Hill, 1998

During a brief time spent in Mankato, Minnesota for a job that didn't work out, I ran across the following headline in the Minneapolis, Star-Tribune: "Heston's Taped Reading Of Nietzsche Helps UW Team Find Vascular Problem In Dental Assistant's Defective Brain."

It was a monster headline that I knew I had to save, some unknown use for it, I was sure, just waiting down the road. When I was asked by Algonquin to do a piece for their series on writers' creative roots, that tag just popped out as theme, focus, centerpiece.

It was all about disparities, things linked together that a more normal frame of mind rarely links. That, in turn, was how I began to see my writing - the horse in the bathtub; the oration in the confessional booth; or the voice of God coming to a carpenter through the head of a nail. Mostly, the artist tries for coherence, a certain kind of order - not so much in the world as in the work.

We often repeat the mantra that we live in crazy times, and certainly any given day's events can bear that out. The work of art, however, is where the mind or heart pauses for a moment to touch sanity. Sometimes those pauses are very brief.

An American Outrage
Algonquin Books of Chapel Hill, 2000

"The appeal of Wuori's offbeat novel is that it shortchanges neither the horror these people visit on one another nor the lessons they learn in order to cope with it."

The New York Times Book Review

"Told in prose rich with earthy wisdom, Wuori's book succeeds as a eulogy to a damanged soul, a love story stripped of the trappings of romance and a cautionary tale about the witch-hunt mentality."

The Boston Herald

"Watch your back in Quillifarkeag ... the fictional setting for G. K. Wuori's first novel.... The wacky locals love to live in rumors, the woods are wild enough to hide almost anything, and stories abound about the nearby Russians who turn Americans into dog food."

The Chicago Tribune

Nude In Tub
Algonquin Books of Chapel Hill, 1999

"This is fine, funny, often disturbing, original. It's ribald, and bizarre. It reminds me of early John Irving: somewhat unbelievable and even cruel in parts, but in the end the reader has a damn good time with it."

Stephen Dixon

"An assured voice that's as adept at humor as it is at less savory fare .... has placed a memorable new town on the literary map."

The New York Times Book Review

"The inhabitants of G. K. Wuori's Quillifarkeag, Maine, live at the same ironic moral latitude as those in Joel and Ethan Coen's Fargo, N.D....these stories seek out the telltale heart of small-town America, rip it out and shove it in our faces ...."

Chicago Tribune

A page from the original manuscript of "Mothers," from Nude In Tub. The story was written in several motels in Nova Scotia over the course of a week.

Selected Works

I think this book would appeal to anyone who likes a dark crime story set in a rural, somewhat remote part of Maine in a time when the radicalism of the nineteen-seventies was sweeping the country.
Ellen DeLay, an upstanding citizen of Quillifarkeag, Maine, suddenly and unpredictably leaves her happy, twenty-five year marriage for a lonely cabin deep in the Maine woods, where she makes a living dressing hunters' kill - bears, moose, deer. It seems an idyllic life, punctuated only now and then by rifle fire as she shoots into the air to scare off cheeky teens who come to taunt "the crazy woman."
A small-town lawyer in the middle of a gruesome murder case finds salvation in the world of a homeless woman and her daughter.
A young woman's morning walk through her small town finds her immersed in a small tragedy, an indifferent government, and the "science gone mad" of her best friend's husband. Quirky, goofy, nutty - yes, but a gentle look as well at some of the values that keep us from falling off the planet
A hint of generally true autobiography, this piece is part of Algonquin Books of Chapel Hill's "How I Became A Writer" series.
Quillifarkeag is a state of mind, one marked by innocence and regret, by guile and sympathy. The people there will let you into their lives - but not very far. Go too far inside and things start to echo, people get close. Honesty becomes negotiable. Bare all and someone might still say, "Were you naked or nude?" It's an important distinction. In a small place like Quilli the naked truth is hurtful. The nude truth is not so bad.

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