One of my favourite reasons for hosting Short Story Mondays is the referrals to short stories I'd otherwise most likely miss. Last week Teddy Rose reviewed William Lychack's short story, "Stoplestad" and interestingly, her one quibble with the story which she enjoyed nonetheless, was the 2nd person narration-- which in turn is the thing that piqued my interest the most. I've been finding an increasing number of books and stories written this way over the past year or so and so far, I've enjoyed all of them.
I can't really say that the 2nd person narration in Lychack's story is necessary. Whereas normally I feel such a style forces the reader to become part of the story, I didn't really feel that with Lychack's story. Instead my brain simply translated it into third person, and I moved on. Fortunately it's a great story whatever the narrative perspective.
Stolpsetad is about a cop (the role the reader is supposed to take), on the final hour of his shift on a summer Saturday afternoon. His last call is to handle a situation involving a boy and an injured dog. It's the shifting balance of mundanity and tension that makes the story works so well.
On a personal side, I found myself thinking of my hometown, or more correctly, the place where I grew up-- I haven't really called it home since I moved away almost 17 years ago. And yet, like many of those who grew up in Twillingate, Newfoundland, and like Stolpestad, the police officer in Lychack's story, some people never leave. I'm not judging, I just find it interesting how some people feel the need to go, yet others feel the need to stay. Even people in my family can be divided along these lines-- incidentally, I'm in the minority group. The feeling that I get when I go back to visit must be completely foreign to those who stayed. How about you, did you you move away or stay? Or would you ever go back for good?
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