There is, it just isn't revealed in the words.I love that some of you guys recognized there was no real plot. I had read the story many times throughout the past fifteen or so years, but had never really noticed that.
There is, it just isn't revealed in the words.I love that some of you guys recognized there was no real plot. I had read the story many times throughout the past fifteen or so years, but had never really noticed that.
I gathered that he was a lonely man, pausing before moving on, and in his loneliness, he was trying desperately to reach out to the couple. Some kind of connection. He was doubtful that he had made such a connection as he was unable to interpret whether the look on their faces was benign or malignant. The author further intimated the mans attempt at making a connection in the description of how he had gifted the record player and records to the couple, who unlike the man, found no value whatsoever in his gift.
The closing of the story, where the girl had tried to talk it out, trying to get a clue through telling others, what was really happening with this man and his belongings in the front yard.
She was never able to explain away the unknowns that she experienced, which finally resulted in her just giving up on it and she quit trying to understand what had happened.
The author of the story has placed us in the exact position that the girl wound up in. “She kept talking. She told everyone. There was more to it, and she was trying to get it talked out. After a time, she quit trying.”
I didn't realize short stories would be so weird
Was it a dream? Was the man divorced? or widowed? Or maybe the man was imagining himself and his departed wife. I doubt I'm intellectual enough to think much more about it.
I love Carver stories because they are so specific and simultaneously so vague.
For those who enjoy Carver, Robert Altman's film Short Cuts is based mainly on Carver stories.
As is well known, I am barely literate but will contribute as well as I can.
Don't feel like you have to reply to every response to the story.I still need to respond to a handful of comments in this thread.
I am a huge fan of Raymond Carver and this short story did not disappoint at all.
I can't figure out if it matters whether he's having a lawn sale of sorts, or putting everything out in the lawn as a dare or confrontation with the neighborhood, or what. It seems early on that he doesn't blame people for not stopping, which undercuts the idea he's trying to sell anything, but then again maybe he doesn't care, or is reflecting on his poor planning.
Whatever other things the neighbors saw over the years, it does sound like this guy has some need to play it out publicly. He didn’t just put the stuff out, he hooked it up so that it all functioned too.
I'm glad you liked it. Was this your first reading of the story? I knew this one, "Cathedral", and "Where I'm Calling From" until just recently. I picked up What We Talk About When We Talk About Love a few months ago, and am excited to get to know more of his work.