Showing posts with label writing craft. Show all posts
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June 15, 2026

Signs and Symbols by Vladimir Nabokov


Every so often I run into a story that feels less like a piece of fiction and more like a magic trick. Vladimir Nabokov's Signs and Symbols is one of those stories.

On the surface, almost nothing happens. An elderly couple attempts to visit their son in a sanitarium on his birthday. They bring him a basket of fruit jellies as a gift. When they arrive, they learn that he has recently attempted suicide and cannot receive visitors. They return home disappointed. Later that night, after reflecting on their son's life and discussing the possibility of bringing him home, they receive a series of mysterious phone calls before the story abruptly ends.

That's the plot.

Yet despite its simplicity, Signs and Symbols has generated decades of debate. Readers pore over the story looking for clues, hidden meanings, and secret connections. This obsession is not accidental. In fact, it may be the entire point.

Referential Mania

The story's most famous passage describes the son's condition, which a doctor calls "referential mania."

According to the description, the young man believes that everything around him is secretly referring to him. Clouds communicate information about him. Trees discuss him. Random patterns, shadows, and objects contain messages intended specifically for him. The entire universe has become a coded language that revolves around his existence.

The condition is terrifying because it transforms ordinary reality into an endless puzzle. Nothing can simply be what it is. Every detail becomes evidence. Every coincidence becomes a clue.

At first this seems like a description of the son's illness.

By the end of the story, however, something strange has happened.

It becomes a description of the reader.

How Nabokov Turns the Reader into the Patient

The story ends with a series of telephone calls. A young woman repeatedly asks for someone named Charlie. Twice the parents explain that she has the wrong number. Then the phone rings a third time.

And then the story ends.

Naturally, readers begin searching for explanations.

Who is Charlie?

Why does the phone ring three times?

Is the caller connected to the son?

Has something happened at the sanitarium?

Are the repeated phone calls merely coincidence?

Nabokov never answers these questions.

But the unanswered questions are only the beginning.

Readers begin noticing other patterns.

The son has attempted suicide multiple times.

The story is divided into three sections.

Bird imagery appears throughout the story.

Playing cards repeatedly surface in the mother's memories.

Details that initially seemed incidental begin to feel charged with significance.

Before long, we are doing exactly what the son does. We are scanning reality for hidden messages. We are turning random details into signs and symbols.

Nabokov has quietly maneuvered us into sharing the perspective of his protagonist.

That is one of the most impressive feats of narrative design I have ever encountered.

The Real Subject: Parental Love

For all the discussion surrounding the ending, I suspect the emotional center of the story lies elsewhere.

The parents are exhausted.

They are aging.

They have sacrificed years of their lives to caring for a son whose suffering they cannot relieve.

Yet they continue.

They make the long trip to see him.

They worry about him constantly.

They debate bringing him home despite the burden it would place upon them.

One of the most moving passages arrives when the mother reflects on what life has become. She thinks about "the incalculable amount of tenderness contained in the world" and the ways that tenderness is crushed, wasted, or transformed into madness.

That observation seems to reach beyond the son's illness. It becomes a meditation on human love itself.

The parents cannot fix their son's condition.

They cannot understand his private world.

They cannot protect him from his own mind.

But they continue loving him anyway.

The story's mystery often overshadows this emotional core, but I think it is what gives the story its lasting power.

What Writers Can Learn

1. Ambiguity Works Best When Everything Else Is Clear

Many beginning writers mistake ambiguity for vagueness.

Nabokov does the opposite.

The setting is clear.

The characters are clear.

The emotional stakes are clear.

The prose is precise.

Only one crucial piece remains unresolved.

Because the foundation is solid, the ambiguity becomes fascinating rather than frustrating.

2. Patterns Create Meaning

Readers naturally look for repetition.

A single detail is description.

A repeated detail becomes a pattern.

A pattern becomes a question.

A question creates engagement.

Whether or not the repeated elements in Signs and Symbols actually possess hidden significance is almost beside the point. Nabokov understands that readers cannot resist trying to connect them.

3. Trust the Reader

Nabokov never stops to explain the story's meaning.

He does not tell us how to interpret the ending.

He does not provide a final revelation.

He trusts readers to do the work themselves.

That trust creates a far more active reading experience than a neatly explained conclusion ever could.

Final Thoughts

The brilliance of Signs and Symbols is that it functions simultaneously as a story and as a demonstration.

It tells us about a young man who sees secret meanings everywhere.

Then it causes us to do exactly the same thing.

By the final page, we have become interpreters of patterns, hunters of clues, and decoders of messages. We are searching for significance in every detail, wondering whether anything in the story is accidental.

In other words, we have entered the son's world.

Few stories manage to blur the line between form and content so completely. Fewer still accomplish it in only a handful of pages.

For writers, Signs and Symbols is a reminder that the most powerful stories do not merely describe an experience. They create it.

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June 8, 2026

The Lady with the Dog by Anton Chekhov


Anton Chekhov's The Lady with the Dog is one of those stories that gets assigned in literature classes so often that it's easy to forget how strange and modern it actually feels.

On the surface, the premise sounds simple. A married man named Dmitri Gurov meets a married woman, Anna Sergeyevna, while vacationing in Yalta. They begin an affair. Eventually they part ways and return to their separate lives.

That sounds like the setup for a story about adultery.

But that's not really what Chekhov is interested in.

What surprised me most on this reading was that The Lady with the Dog isn't primarily about infidelity. It's about self-deception. More specifically, it's about what happens when a person accidentally discovers their authentic self after spending years performing a role.

Plot Summary

When we first meet Gurov, he isn't exactly a romantic hero.

He's married, has children, and has been unfaithful to his wife many times. He describes women dismissively and often refers to them as "the lower race." Yet despite his cynicism, he continually finds himself drawn back into relationships.

Chekhov writes:

"He had begun being unfaithful to her long ago—had been unfaithful to her often, and, probably on that account, almost always spoke ill of women, and when they were talked about in his presence, used to call them 'the lower race.'"

Gurov assumes Anna Sergeyevna will be another temporary diversion.

Instead, something unexpected happens.

After they separate, he finds that he cannot stop thinking about her. The affair that was supposed to be casual begins to occupy more and more space in his life. The memories become stronger rather than weaker. Eventually he travels across Russia just to see her again.

What began as a romance becomes a genuine emotional awakening.

And that's where the real story starts.

The Story Is Really About Living Two Lives

The most important passage in the entire story appears near the end.

Chekhov writes:

"He had two lives: one, open, seen and known by all who cared to know... and another life running its course in secret."

I've read a lot of short fiction over the years, and this strikes me as one of the most modern observations ever written.

Gurov's public life contains all the things that are supposed to matter. His marriage. His career. His social obligations. His reputation.

Yet none of those things feel real to him.

His secret life—the one he cannot openly discuss—is where all the genuine emotion exists.

What makes the story fascinating is that Chekhov doesn't treat this as a moral issue. He isn't interested in judging Gurov. He isn't delivering a lesson about adultery.

Instead, he's asking a much more uncomfortable question:

How much of our lives are actually ours?

How much of what we do every day is genuine desire, and how much is habit, obligation, expectation, or performance?

By the end of the story, Gurov realizes that the part of his life he thought was temporary and unimportant has become the only thing that feels meaningful.

What Chekhov Taught Me About Character Transformation

As a writer, this was the section that fascinated me most.

Most stories about transformation announce the change.

A character has an epiphany.

A character delivers a speech.

A character learns a lesson.

Chekhov does almost none of that.

Instead, he allows change to happen gradually and almost invisibly.

At the beginning of the story, Gurov is cynical, dismissive, and emotionally detached. He thinks he understands relationships because he's had so many of them.

By the end, Chekhov writes:

"only now when his head was grey he had fallen properly, really in love—for the first time in his life."

What makes this moment so powerful is that Chekhov earns it.

The transformation isn't revealed through a dramatic confession. It's revealed through behavior.

Gurov remembers Anna.

He searches for her face in crowds.

He becomes distracted by memories.

He grows dissatisfied with his ordinary routines.

The accumulation of these small details slowly changes our understanding of him.

And that's a lesson I think many writers can learn from.

Readers don't need to be told that a character has changed.

They need to observe the evidence.

What Chekhov Taught Me About Emotional Realism

One thing that stood out to me is how often Chekhov chooses understatement when another writer might choose drama.

Consider this simple sentence:

"And his memories glowed more and more vividly."

A lesser writer might create an elaborate scene where Gurov suddenly realizes he's in love.

Chekhov trusts something quieter.

The memories simply refuse to fade.

That's how real emotion often works.

Most major changes in our lives don't arrive with orchestral music and dramatic speeches. They arrive gradually. We notice ourselves thinking about someone more often. We notice our routines no longer satisfy us. We discover that something we thought was temporary has become permanent.

Chekhov understands this.

His characters rarely announce their feelings.

They reveal them through attention.

What Chekhov Taught Me About Endings

The ending may be my favorite part of the story.

Modern storytelling often pressures writers to provide resolution. We want answers. We want closure. We want everything tied neatly together.

Chekhov refuses.

Instead, he ends with this:

"it was clear to both of them that they had still a long, long road before them, and that the most complicated and difficult part of it was only just beginning."

The story doesn't end with marriage.

It doesn't end with divorce.

It doesn't end with tragedy.

It doesn't even end with a decision.

It ends with a problem.

And somehow that makes it feel more truthful than many endings that attempt to resolve everything.

Life rarely presents us with clean conclusions. More often, we arrive at a difficult truth and then have to figure out what to do next.

Chekhov understands that.

The story stops at the moment when the characters finally see reality clearly.

The rest belongs to them.

Final Thoughts

What I admire most about The Lady with the Dog is how little Chekhov forces.

He doesn't tell us what to think.

He doesn't moralize.

He doesn't manipulate.

He simply observes people with extraordinary patience and honesty.

As writers, it's tempting to explain everything. We want readers to understand our themes. We want them to recognize character growth. We want them to notice what we're trying to say.

Chekhov reminds us that fiction is often more powerful when we step back and trust the reader.

Sometimes the most effective way to show transformation is not through revelation but through accumulation.

A memory that won't fade.

A routine that no longer satisfies.

A feeling that slowly becomes impossible to ignore.

That's the quiet miracle at the center of The Lady with the Dog.

And more than a century later, it still feels true.

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May 26, 2026

The Strange Momentum of “The School” by Donald Barthelme

What Happens in the Story

Donald Barthelme’s “The School” is one of those stories that almost sounds ridiculous when you try to explain it out loud.

A teacher is describing life in his classroom when things start dying one after another. First the trees the students planted die. Then the snakes die. Then the fish die. Then a puppy dies. Eventually even people connected to the students begin dying too.

The deaths pile up so quickly that the story starts becoming darkly funny.

Part of that comes from the narration itself. The teacher describes everything in this strangely calm, exhausted voice that barely pauses long enough to emotionally react before moving on to the next disaster. The story keeps accelerating forward without giving either the narrator or the reader much room to process what’s happening.

As the story continues, the students start asking bigger questions about death, love, and whether anything in life actually means anything at all. What starts as absurd classroom chaos slowly turns into something much more existential.

Then near the end of the story, there’s an awkward almost-romantic moment between the teacher and a teaching assistant while the students watch and encourage them to kiss.

That scene should feel completely ridiculous.

But somehow it doesn’t.

Or at least not entirely.

That’s part of what makes the story linger in your head after it’s over.


Why the Story Feels So Strange

What makes “The School” work is that underneath all the absurdity, the emotional logic actually feels pretty real.

The story understands something uncomfortable about how people react to constant anxiety and loss. When bad things happen over and over again, people do not always react with dramatic speeches or emotional clarity. Sometimes everything starts flattening together. People joke around. They become numb. They keep talking because fully processing everything would almost feel worse.

Barthelme captures that feeling through repetition.

One of the simplest lines in the story is also one of the most effective:

“Then the snakes died.”

The sentence is almost aggressively plain.

That simplicity matters. Barthelme refuses dramatic language. He keeps delivering death in these flat repetitive statements that slowly create their own rhythm. At first the rhythm feels funny because the escalation seems absurd. But eventually the repetition itself starts becoming emotionally exhausting.

That’s the real trick of the story.

The reader slowly becomes conditioned to expect death almost mechanically.

And the story never really releases that tension.

Most fiction alternates pressure and relief. “The School” mostly keeps compressing inward instead. Each new death slightly changes the emotional texture of the previous ones. The repetition gradually stops feeling playful and starts feeling existential.

What’s interesting is that Barthelme barely changes the actual style while this shift happens. The emotional temperature changes without the structure changing very much at all.

That’s hard to pull off.


The Existential Turn

About halfway through the story, the students suddenly ask:

“Is death that which gives meaning to life?”

What makes this moment work is how casually it arrives.

The story does not pause and announce itself as philosophical fiction. Barthelme almost slips the question into the conversation without warning. The tone barely changes at all.

That feels true to real life in a weird way.

Actual existential anxiety often appears randomly in ordinary conversation. Someone makes a joke. Somebody changes the subject. Then suddenly the conversation becomes serious for thirty seconds before drifting away again.

The story captures that awkward instability perfectly.

The teacher himself never sounds fully confident or emotionally grounded either. His narration feels detached, but not cold exactly. More overwhelmed than anything else. Like someone trying to continue normal social behavior while reality slowly becomes surreal around him.

A more conventional writer probably would have pushed the story fully toward tragedy or fully toward satire. Barthelme leaves it floating somewhere in between.

That uncertainty is what gives the story its strange energy.


Why the Ending Works

Near the end of the story, the students start chanting:

“Kiss her! Kiss her!”

On paper, the scene sounds almost stupid.

But emotionally it lands much harder than you would expect.

By this point, the students are no longer really looking for explanations about death. They want evidence that life still exists at all. The kiss becomes less about romance and more about human connection itself.

After all the death surrounding the story, they want to witness something alive happen in front of them.

That’s why the ending feels awkward, funny, sincere, uncomfortable, and strangely hopeful all at the same time.

The story never fully stops being absurd. But by the end, the absurdity starts carrying real emotional weight underneath it.

That balancing act is probably the most impressive thing Barthelme accomplishes in the story.

A lesser writer would have turned the ending cynical or sentimental.

Barthelme somehow avoids both.

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