The bizarre behavior of some parents’ offspring materializes in one household in a 2016 short story by Ben Marcus, although it’s there fantastically early, too early. Jonah is a small boy, a “cold little bird” in “Cold Little Bird,” who no longer loves his parents and refuses their affection. And that isn’t all: he reads—and agrees with—a book claiming “that the Jews caused 9/11.” Jonah and his family are themselves Jewish! Thus the lad is exhibiting an older offspring’s—a young man’s—intellectual blindness and unsympathetic bigotry. He represents youth when it is morally doomed, or seems to be.

Like “Cold Little Bird,” “Ravalushan,“ by Mohammed Naseehu Ali, is included in The Best American Short Stories volume for 2016. It concerns a real-life coup in Ghana, West Africa in 1979. Villagers marching against kleptocracy and capitalism must make way for the “hundreds of gun-carrying soldiers” they have not expected. These are revolutionaries who abduct and abuse—and worse. Interestingly, they do this to two harmless madmen in the village before seeming to deprive a simple latrine worker of his sanity. Impeccably written, this is a rich and, like Marcus’s piece, gripping story. They’re both worth seeking out.

In the short story “Wedding Trip” (1936), by the Italian writer Cesare Pavese, a self-dissatisfied man, George, examines his marriage to Cilia. It is a fine work with some terrific small details: Cilia, referring to a landlady, says to George, ‘She thinks we’re only just married.’ “Then [from George’s first-person narration], her weary eyes full of tenderness, she asked me, ‘And are we really?’ as she stroked my hand.”

It doesn’t seem like a marriage, this between a financially poor intellectual and a half-educated woman. By the story’s end, George’s thoughtlessness—he is impelled to be thoughtless—very possibly defeats Cilia. Why is that which constitutes a true marriage less common than it ought to be? I found “Wedding Trip” in The Penguin Book of Italian Short Stories: it is worthy of being anthologized. A gentle but bleak story it is, by a talented man who committed suicide at 41.

A Rage to Live (1965) is a soap opera with staying power. I haven’t read the John O’Hara novel from which it derives, but the movie is straightforward and entertaining. Addicted to physical closeness, Grace Caldwell (Suzanne Pleshette) worries her mother and brother with her potential sluttiness. She likes different flavors of men, but finally loves and marries the dapper Sidney (Bradford Dillman). Rough Roger Bannon (Ben Gazzara), however, tells her he has long been crazy about her, this being of course a threat to Grace’s marriage. So is a suspicious wife (Bethel Leslie). The big guns are aimed at Grace for her “rage to live.” What disappoints is a lack of true resolution at the end of this non-artistic lark.

Pleshette is cool—coolly restrained—and emotionally convincing. Dillman just goes through the motions, but Gazzara and Leslie are quite sapid.

Directed by Walter Grauman.