Bullet in the Brain
Anders couldn’t get to the bank until just before it closed, so of course the line was endless and he got stuck behind two women whose loud, stupid conversation put him in a murderous temper. He was never in the best of tempers anyway, Anders – a book critic known for the weary, elegant savagery with which he dispatched almost everything he reviewed.
With the line still doubled around the rope, one of the tellers stuck a “POSITION CLOSED” sign in her window and walked to the back of the bank, where she leaned against a desk and began to pass the time with a man shuffling papers. The women in front of Anders broke off their conversation and watched the teller with hatred. “Oh, that’s nice,” one of them said. She turned to Anders and added, confident of his accord, “one of those little human touches that keep us coming back for more.”
Anders had conceived his own towering hatred of the teller, but he immediately turned it on the presumptuous crybaby in front of him. “Damned unfair,” he said. “tragic, really. If they’re not chopping off the wrong leg, or bombing your ancestral village, they’re closing their positions.”
She stood her ground. “I didn’t say it was tragic,” she said. “I just think it’s a pretty lousy way to treat your customers.”
“Unforgivable,” Anders said. “Heaven will take note.”
She sucked in her cheeks but stared past him and said nothing. Anders saw that the other woman her friend, was looking in the same direction. And then the tellers stopped what they were doing, and the customers slowly turned, and silence came over the bank. Two men wearing black ski masks and blue business suits were standing to the side of the door. One of them had a pistol pressed against the guard’s neck. The guard’s eyes were closed, and his lips were moving. The other man had a sawed-off shotgun. “Keep your big mouth shut!” the man with the pistol said, though no one had spoken a word. “One of you tellers hits the alarm, you’re all dead meat. Got it?”
The tellers nodded.
“Oh, bravo,” Anders said. “Dead meat.” He turned to the woman in front of him. “Great script, eh? The stern, brass-knuckled poetry of the dangerous classes.”
She looked at him with drowning eyes.
The article begins with Anders waiting in line at a bank. The author uses narrative distance in third-person POV, and right away we are taken into the mind of the main character who is forced to listen to the loud and stupid conversation of two women standing in front of him. A typical situation that would annoy just about anyone, but not to the point that it would put them in a “murderous temper,” such as with Anders. The introduction let the reader know that Anders, may not be mentally stable and couldn’t help but to
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Bradburry, Ray. "The Utterly Perfect Murder." The Language of Literature. Ed. Arthur N. Applebee. Evanston, IL: McDougal Littell, 1997. 799-805. Print.
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In short story, "Bullet in the Brain" by Tobias Wolff, we are introduced to the protagonist of the story, Anders. He is a book critic and immediately unlikable. Anders is rude to the bank teller and everyone around him. When the bank is robbed by two masked men they shot and killed Anders because of his defiant and mocking attitude. His life begins to flash before his eyes, and as it does, only one distinct moment goes through his mind: a memory of when he was a young boy playing baseball. An ignorant boy approaches "child" Anders. He invites him to play and says "Short stop is the best position they is" (76). Anders ignores this grammatical error, because he wanted the other boys to like him. The man in the bank and the young boy on the baseball
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Greenblatt, Stephen, and M. H. Abrams. The Norton Anthology of English Literature. 9th ed. Vol. A. New York: W.W. Norton, 2012. Print
Dubus, Andre. “Killings.” In The Bedford Introduction to Literature. Ed. Michael Meyer. 8th ed. Boston: Bedford/St. Martin’s, 2008. 107- 119. Print.
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“Our days are filled with a constant stream of decisions. Most are mundane, but some are so important that they can haunt you for the rest of your life.” Travis Bradberry. It is interesting how little decisions people make everyday can change their life. Such is the case of Anders in “Bullet to the Brain” whose love of words and his hatred of the mundane cause him to make bad decisions. The combination of these two elements of his life contribute directly to his being shot. People need to read this story in their twenties, because in a person’s twenties they think that they have life figured out and that nothing can hurt them. This story shows that in reality how a person treats others and the words they chose to use can kill them, because life is not always mundane and predictable.