![]() ![]() ![]() Language Advisory: This story contains language that is not suitable for all audiences.Īnders couldn't get to the bank until just before it closed, so of course the line was endless and he got stuck behind two women whose loud, stupid conversation put him in a murderous temper. The story turns on the young man's sudden understanding "that this sense of control that we assume from moment to moment and day to day is illusory," Wolff tells Steve Inskeep. And then you hit an icy patch on a turn one sunny March day and the wheel in your hands becomes a joke and you no more than a spectator to your own dreamy slide toward the verge, and then you remember where you are." You can forget you're there, you can go on as if you hold the reins, that the course of your life, yea even its length, will reflect the force of your character and the wisdom of your judgments. "That room - once you enter it, you never really leave. ![]() The man gets angrier and angrier, and suddenly, in that room, the narrator realizes that he is in control of nothing: ![]() In Tobias Wolff's new collection of short stories, Our Story Begins, a young farmworker goes out drinking and winds up in a shabby hotel with migrant workers.Įveryone is happily drunk - or so it seems - until one of the workers pulls out a gun and starts ranting, entirely in Spanish. ![]()
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