Zestful Blog Post #163
His mother peers out over his head to the end of the walk,
where his father is waiting for him. Good-by, good-by!—until tonight he is off
with his father, the whole week has exploded white-hot on Saturday morning, and
not even his mother's worried angry kiss can distract him. Out there his father
is waiting with his hands on his hips, a man. Yes, he is coming!
That is the second paragraph of "Wild Saturday," a
short story by Joyce Carol Oates, one of my literary heroes. It was first
published in the September, 1970 issue of, unbelievably now, Mademoiselle magazine. Oates had burst
on the literary scene as a very young woman, and won the National Book Award
with her novel THEM in the same year this story was published. She was 32.
When one reads for pleasure, whether one is a writer or not,
the way to learn from another author is to ask, always, these two questions:
What is really going on? What am I being told or shown?
What's so special about that paragraph from Oates's story?
Nothing and everything. It shows us a
young boy being handed off from Custody Mom to Weekend Dad. The breakup of the
marriage was acrimonious. How do we know this? If we're paying close attention,
we notice that the parents are so estranged that Dad doesn't even come up to
the front door to greet his ex-wife and collect his son. Is he afraid, ashamed,
a wuss? These questions might crop up in our readerly minds. And as we read
further, we might be on the lookout for answers.
If we hadn't caught any significance to dad-on-sidewalk,
we're told more by the mother's "worried angry kiss." Yes, the dad
could be a little leery of his ex's suspicion and fury, which is perhaps well
justified. We might already be developing a feeling of uh-oh.
Because "the week has exploded white-hot" just
now, and the mom evidently has reason to be worried because this isn't the
first time the boy has gone off with his father on the weekend. We know this
because the situation is presented as if routine, not the first time.
And because this is the beginning of a story, we know we're
going to get a story, and the title of the story has the word 'wild' in it, and
we know that the author is Joyce Carol Oates, and because we know her, we know
that this will almost certainly be a harrowing, spellbinding trip—especially if
we read it with fine attention.
That is how good authors work: with economy and attention to
every detail, to make the most of every word. Do you like this? I'd like to do
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