Collected Short Stories of Roald Dahl

All of those stories had first appeared in Playboy. This was a far cry from the Roald Dahl of Willy Wonka and Giant Peach fame -- his lucrative children's franchise was still just warming up. Indeed, as Jeremy Treglown points out in his introduction to these Collected Stories, Dahl tried writing for kids because he'd run out of ideas for the kind of work that first made his name. In the late 1940s and throughout the '50s, before inspiration flagged, he'd sold stories of malice and vengeance and the law of unintended consequences to the New Yorker, Esquire, Collier's, Harper's and the Ladies' Home Journal, then resold several to perhaps the classiest anthology series ever shown on American TV, "Alfred Hitchcock Presents." (Peter Lorre was Dahl's memorable "Man from the South," a gambler who liked to wager his Cadillac against his opponents' fingers, and Barbara Bel Geddes played the housewife who clubbed her husband to death with a frozen leg of lamb, which she then calmly roasted and served to the cops sent over to investigate.)

As time went on, Dahl's rate of production fell from two or three stories per year to three or four years per story. Someone Like You (1953) contained 19 tales, and Kiss, Kiss (1960) had 11. But the Switch Bitch quartet was the fruit of nearly a decade, and Dahl managed to eke out only five more before his death in 1990. Now, all 51 of his short stories for grownups have been assembled in a single volume of the prestigious Everyman's Library. It's an honor richly deserved.

The first 10 stories, originally gathered in a volume called Over to You (1946), stem from Dahl's experience as a fighter pilot for the Royal Air Force in World War II. For the most part, they are taut, smoothly written, sprinkled with attar of Hemingway -- and rather unexceptional. But one, "An African Story," combines two qualities that became Dahl trademarks: malevolence and esoteric knowledge (in this case, the virulent poisonousness of a snake, the mamba).

After the war, he began writing about civilian life, shrewdly playing up the new consumer products and savoir faire in which English and American magazine readers longed to immerse themselves. Soon he took material similar to that of "An African Story" -- an encounter with a poisonous snake (this time a krait) -- and gave it a nice, climactic twist. It was a precursor of many to come.

Dahl's forte was to deliver the last few paragraphs or lines of a story like the key piece of a jigsaw puzzle, causing the whole thing to click into place and reveal the hidden shape toward which all the other pieces had been furtively trending. In the brilliant "Man from the South," for example, the last-minute appearance of the gambler's long-suffering wife elevates the goings-on from yarn to fable. Needless to say, this kind of thing is deuced hard to bring off. If the fillip seems artificial or needlessly sensational, the reader is apt to scoff. The eminent English novelist Angus Wilson said he quit writing short stories (after amassing about half of Dahl's total) because he found it impossible to keep generating the final "snap" that readers expected. Nobody snapped better than Dahl.

His methods also included peopling his tales with characters as grotesque-looking as Dick Tracy villains. The predatory gourmet of "Taste" (he's another of Dahl's high-stakes gamblers) has a "permanently open taster's lip, shaped open to receive the rim of a glass or a morsel of food. Like a keyhole, I thought, watching it; his mouth is like a large wet keyhole." The geeky inventor of "The Great Automatic Grammatizator" has "ears as big as rhubarb leaves." The sexually straying wife in "Neck" resembles a "mustang."

Revenge figures in a number of these stories (one is called "Vengeance Is Mine Inc."), as does that old plot device, the comeuppance experienced by someone who tries to grab a windfall by cheating. Dahl was fond of misused contraptions (the domestic elevator in "The Way Up to Heaven") and inventions that turn on their creators ("The Sound Machine"). And once in a while, he dropped in the most surprising ending of all -- for him, anyway: a happy one.

But looking for leitmotifs in Dahl's stories seems almost beside the point. Whether pegged to children or adults, what they all had in common was simply this: a magician's touch unsurpassed in 20th-century fiction.