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43 pages, Unknown Binding
First published January 1, 1983
You burn barns. I don’t burn barns. There’s this glaring difference, and to me, rather than say which of us is strange, first of all I’d like to clear up just what that difference is.Complete with nameless characters, a sense of loss, and an air of mystery tied to the true nature of reality, “Barn Burning” recounts a simplistic yet charged tale of arson.
But perhaps my senses were wrong, too. I have a tendency to make my memory fit the circumstances.This means that we, as readers, have to question everything that he, as a narrator, tells us … his memories don’t have to be “real” or “true. He even admits that himself. In mimetically undecidable narration there is no stable and clearly determinable narrated world, so that the impression of unreliability is not only partial or temporary, but can apply to the whole text. There is a fundamental undecidability and uncertainty about what is actually the case in the narrated world. And that’s the exact case in Barn Burning. After reading the story one is so unsure that one cannot decide what is truthfully reported by the narrator and what is just his imagination.
And then she peeled mandarins. "Peeling tangerines" literally means peeling tangerines. On the left in front of her was a big glass bowl with a mountain of tangerines and on the right was a bowl for the peels - that was the arrangement - in reality there was nothing there. [...] If you tell it, it might not be anything special. But when I actually saw it directly in front of me for ten or twenty minutes, I felt as if I was deprived of any sense of reality.And that’s exactly how we as readers also feel when reading this story – we are deprived of any sense of reality. When the women explains why she mimes peeling tangerines, she explains: “Just don't think that there are tangerines here, just forget that there are not here. That's all.” For me, this is the key to understanding the story at hand. It’s a story about forgetting that something isn’t there. Our narrator, the author of this story, is practicing that act of pantomime. He himself has forgotten that the woman and the other man aren’t really there. The boundaries between fiction and reality blur. He only sees what he wants to see. And that also applies to us as readers. No matter who will read the story, you will always get a different look, a different interpretation of it. Everything depends on our on imagination, on what we want to see in this story.