This story begins with Brad, who works at home in a suburb of Boston while his wife works in the city, experiencing a power failure during a wicked storm. The power failure is described brilliantly:
“Around him, the house seemed to sigh, as all its lights and little engines, its computerized timers and indicators, simultaneously shut down. The sound of wind and rain lashing the trees outside infiltrated the silence. A beam creaked. A loose shutter banged. The drip from a plugged gutter tapped heavily, like a bully nagging for attention, on the wooden cover of a cellar-window well.”Because he can’t get any work done, he decides to run errands, but finds that the small downtown is darkened, too, but surprisingly busy with pedestrians. On the way home he runs into a female neighbor who is home alone and afraid, so he stops by her house and we begin to sense danger. And sure enough . . .
Give me a break. Knowing that Updike wrote this, you could have guessed in the first paragraph more or less what was going to happen or at least what kind of trouble the guy was going to get into. I’m telling you right now this will not be on my top-ten list at the end of the year.
January 7, 2008: “Outage” by John Updike