“A Story of Stolen Salamis”
“A Story of Stolen Salamis” typifies the repercussions of subjective stances. Lydia Davis writes, “My son talked to his landlord about it the next day, commiserating over the vanished sausages. The landlord was resigned and philosophical, but corrected him: ‘They were not sausages. They were salamis.” The landlord and Lydia Davis’ son display subjectivity in their delineations of the filched food. The landlord looks at them as salamis whereas Davis’ son terms them sausages. The idiosyncratic definitions are ascribed to their dissimilar backgrounds.
“A Story Told To Me By a Friend”
“A Story Told to Me by a Friend” unveils the loopholes of internet dating. Davis expounds, “During the day of travel, he called his friend two or three times and they talked. Then he was surprised to receive no answer. Nor was his friend at the airport to meet him. After waiting there and calling several more times, my friend’s neighbour left the airport and went to the address his friend had given him. No one answered when he knocked and rang. Every possibility went through his mind.” The correspondence between the soulmates degenerates at the most decisive juncture. The man is resolute to actualize the love, but the poor communiqué inaugurates the love's expiry. “A Story Told to Me by a Friend” renders online dating a murky undertaking that could conclude in irreparable heartbreak. Undoubtedly, the internet is not a warranty for long-standing, gratifying romance.
