Going by Amy Hempel

First published: 1985

Type of plot: Domestic realism

Time of work: The 1970's or 1980's

Locale: Southwestern United States

Principal Character:

  • The narrator, an unnamed college-age man

The Story

The narrator is in the hospital following an accident in which he was the only victim, having flipped his car twice while going sixty miles an hour on a straight, flat road and landed in a ditch. He takes some offense at a typo on the hospital menu, "the pot roast will be severed with buttered noodles" because some part of himself could have been severed during the accident; instead, he only has twenty stitches on his chin and a two-day memory loss.

He reports several dual experiences: experiencing things as far away and close at the same time, while he was still in the same place; in the ditch, feeling that the air was unbelievably hot while his skin was unbelievably cold; thinking the accident happened fast and slowly at the same time; and having a memory loss that encompasses two days. "Maybe those days will come back and maybe they will not. In the meantime, how's this: I can't even remember all I've forgotten," he says. He also comments on the dual presence, of someone's being someplace physically at first, with only the idea of their remaining after they are gone.

Because the narrator hit his head during the accident, the doctor has kept him in the hospital for several days of observation. It does not matter to him that he will miss a few days of school because the accident was a learning experience—at least, that is what everyone thinks it should be. He recalls that one of his teachers had related to the class that once while he was drinking a glass of orange juice, he had realized some day he would die. The narrator compares the teacher's observations with certain of his own, which seem equally obvious and therefore of little use as learning experiences.

He remembers being in a bar near the Bonneville flats two days before the accident and watching the bartender demonstrate how putting a drop of tequila on a scorpion's tail makes it sting itself to death. He also can remember the accident—just nothing in between.

He likes the night nurse especially because she "makes every other woman look like a sex-change" and because he likes having a woman in his room at night. When he cannot sleep, she returns to his room with a telephone book and they look up funny names such as Calliope Ziss and Maurice Pancake.

Embedded in his story of the car accident and of the stay in the hospital are two incidents from his past, which correspond with certain olfactory hallucinations that he has experienced. Once, he smelled smoke when his parents' house was burning down three states away; another time, he smelled his mother's face powder in his room the night she died three states away. Now in the hospital room he has a third—he smells a worm.