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“The Burn”: Why We Like It

Monday, August 22nd, 2011

Dietrik's driver's license photo.

CR staff member Dietrik Vanderhill is Dutch. Like, wore-wooden-shoes-to-hometown-parades-in-Iowa Dutch. Like, grew-up-in-a-house-his-father-built-himself Dutch. Like, every-angle-on-his-body-is-precisely-90-degrees Dutch. You could set your watch on the man’s chin were in not covered by a large, bushy beard the color of fall leaves.

Last Monday, Dietrik came into our office in a state of severe agitation. He was struggling to come up with a way to describe why, exactly, Craig Davidson’s “The Burn” (from our current issue) was so compelling a story. Then Dietrik started plucking individual hairs from his beard and shaping them into letters, which he then glued to scrap paper. The following is a transcription of his wiry red missive.

Dietrik Vanderhill: For this post, I’m tempted to write a recommendation for “The Current State of the Universe,” winner of the Robert and Adele Schiff Award in Prose (in the latest issue of CR). This romping story by Theodore Wheeler follows one employee of a company called Make Things Right, Inc., a sort of karmic revenge business. The whole story is framed as a lecture by James Dandrow (the narrator) to a new recruit:

It’s simple. You cut someone off in traffic, flip him the bird, and in the morning the gate is open and your dog has run away. It isn’t a coincidence. It’s us. We’re the Furies of the modern world—the vengeance of a god gone corporate. . . .  A big part of this job is having faith that the world is better because of us, that we must sometimes act against humanity in order to preserve a state of equilibrium. But occasionally a case goes so obviously wrong that it calls the whole system into question.

But a story with passages like this—along with such a provocative concept—can easily sell itself. It provides a direct, satisfying approach to “fixing” the world’s ills, albeit on a small scale. Yet while James Dandrow discovers that pumping more malice into the system isn’t the answer all of the time (only most of the time), another story in this Cincinnati Review issue probes a bit deeper into similar territory.

Why are we attracted to destruction? “The Burn” by Craig Davidson tries to answer that. The story finds our narrator, a 23-year-old soldier discharged from the Marines after being deployed in Iraq, trying to readjust to civilian life while driving a school bus in Niagara Falls. Sections jump among three story lines: the narrator’s time in Iraq, his immediate return to the States, and his current bus-driving life. The lack of smooth transitions heightens the contrast of these juxtaposed worlds. More serious in tone than Wheeler’s, Davidson’s story gives us evils that cannot be avenged with tasteful, light vandalism. A teenage girl’s body and spirit are disfigured by cancer; an undiscovered landmine explodes a military latrine truck and dismembers its driver; a camel spider decapitates a mouse; Occidental Chemical insidiously dumps toxic waste into the Niagara. Over the course of the story, the narrator distills these miseries down to their elements (sometimes down to sentence fragments) as he, along with his bunk mate Merryweather, experience war at the microscopic level. He puzzles over why a spider is “just full of goo, like some carnivorous bath bead,” and he fights the hours of heat and tedium in the desert: “Sweat pooling in my eye sockets. Checkpoint 86K. A cement pillbox bordering a bone-white road. That was my home for eleven months.”

Do not expect this narrator to give you a contextual overview of the Middle East or offer the lens of military analysis. Instead, he conveys his world in the precise, palpable details that inspire both surprise and dread. The characters’ motivations reveal themselves piecemeal as the narrator seeks out a complex friendship with one of the students riding his bus, Bree (the daughter of a Gulf War vet, Cedric), because he recognizes that Bree chases the “burn” of a life with cancer in the same way that Merryweather was “chasing the burn,” or the inevitability of destruction, in Iraq.

So why are these soldiers (and by extension, the rest of us) drawn to destruction? “The Burn” asks us to think harder before driving toward it, especially when it seems like the only direction to go.

Winner of the Schiff Prize in Prose

Thursday, October 7th, 2010

Michael Griffith on Theodore Wheeler’s Prize-Winning Story:

In Theodore Wheeler’s “The Current State of the Universe,” a man working for a professional vengeance service discovers that the arithmetic of justice may turn out to be, on second thought, more like the hopelessly bewildering multivariable calculus of justice. The piece is a fantastic example of a high-concept story that manages to do wonderfully playful, inventive things without ever feeling like a riff or a vehicle for an author who’s showing off his chops. Wheeler perfectly and poignantly balances the psychological plight of his protagonist with the high-wire act of the story’s conceit.

Theodore Wheeler on “The Current State of the Universe”:

The seed for my story was something many first-year grad students may experience. My car died the first week of winter semester at Creighton University, and over the following months, I was forced to make my way around on foot. Omaha is anything but pedestrian friendly, and I was nearly run-down in the street so often that I began to have revenge fantasies featuring these misanthropic motorists who almost hurt me. I’m only a little ashamed to say that it gave me a fair amount of pleasure to think of a vehicle that had just nearly flattened me heading straight for a dozen or so drywall screws lying point-up in the road. Who doesn’t love seeing faceless villains get what they deserve?

The problem, however, was that I didn’t know if they’d received their come-uppance, and this ruined the fantasy. Taking it to the next logical step, I found myself reminiscing about a friend from high school who, let’s say, had a strong urge toward vigilantism. He was the type who, to quote from the story, liked to “teach people lessons on karma by fucking up their property.” This friend was also quite industrious, and I wondered what it would have been like if he’d mutated his bent for violence into a mercenary-for-hire business. I realized, then, that this was probably a story I needed to write rather than a business anyone should actually operate. So I began writing it.

At the time, I was reading a bunch of Machiavelli and Marilynne Robinson, and both left their mark on this story. The Prince provided some theoretical structure, not only for the story itself but also for the subversive corporation the narrator works for. Robinson’s novel Home had me thinking about Calvinism and predestination, and thus helped illuminate how my narrator might try to justify his behavior, and also how, when his life takes difficult turns, guilt must overcome him.

Next week, we’ll post comments from Don Bogen and Ashley Seitz Kramer on Ashley’s prize-winning poem “Winter Storyboard,” winner of the Schiff Prize in Poetry.  The winning story and poem will appear in our May 2011 issue.