‘Pet Milk’ by Stuart Dybek

Pet Milk by Stuart Dybek, 1984

The magic trick:

Using the memory of an El train ride to create a nostalgia mind warp

We close our week of stories from The Coast Of Chicago with one of the collection’s best mind scrambles. Everything with Dybek is about memory, and I can’t think of a better example of the strange, interwoven nostalgia loops he attempts to craft in every story than the one that closes “Pet Milk.”

The narrator is remembering an afternoon in his youth when he made love to his girlfriend on a Chicago El train and he is filtering the memory through his teenaged eyes watching the surprised observers at each platform and wondering if they are as interested in the sight as he is sure he would have been as he reflects on all of the time he had previously spent as a kid passing hours on those very same platforms, bored waiting for trains.

Wrap your mind around that.

And that’s quite a trick on Dybek’s part.

The selection:

Then he was gone, and I turned from the window, back to Kate, forgetting everything–the passing stations, the glowing late sky, even the sense of missing her–but that arrested wave stayed with me. It was as if I were standing on that platform, with my schoolbooks and a smoke, on one of those endlessly accumulated afternoons after school when I stood almost outside of time simply waiting for a train, and I thought how much I’d have loved seeing someone like us streaming by.

READ THIS STORY ONLINE

What do you think about this story? As always, join the conversation in the comments section below, on SSMT Facebook or on Twitter @ShortStoryMT.

Advertisements


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s