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“The Ice Wagon Going Down the Street”

by Mavis Gallant
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the ending of Mavis Gallant’s story “The Ice
Wagon Going Down the Street” is that I’ve never quite understood it. I always
think that if I reread it one more time, its meaning will disclose itself. Like the
story it concludes, the ending seems perfect, mysterious, profound. It is also
wildly original, almost “experimental.” I can’t think of anything else, in
fiction, remotely like it.
Compressed, dense, and beautifully written, Gallant’s story is even harder to
summarize than most, but here goes. A Canadian named Peter Frazier and his
British wife, Sheilah, are spending a lazy Sunday morning in Toronto, at
Peter’s sister’s apartment, where they have wound up living with their two
children after a long, unsuccessful foray into “world affairs.” That is how they
describe their years in postwar Europe, during which Peter held a series of
low-level jobs, including a stint as a filing clerk at an international agency in
Geneva.
A few lines into the story, “Peter thinks, Agnes Brusen, but there are hundreds
of other names.” Much later, we learn that Agnes—a mousy, religious fellow
Canadian from a small prairie town—was Peter’s officemate in Geneva.
In an extended flashback, we observe Peter’s relationship (more like a standoff )
with Agnes: polite, oddly competitive, rife with misunderstanding and vague
mistrust. After a costume party at which the normally teetotalling Agnes gets
drunk and Peter is asked to take her home, Agnes tells Peter how, as a girl, she
used to wake up early to watch the ice wagon going down the street—a rare
moment of privacy for a child from a large, poor family. There follows yet
another misunderstanding, this one involving sex, which they don’t have. But
two days later, back at the office, they have a conversation that, we feel, is the
most honest, revealing, and intimate exchange Peter has had, or will ever have,
with another human being in his life. Agnes, we realize, could be Peter’s
shadow self, a creature constituted from all the things about himself that he
will never admit to anyone, least of all his wife.
When the story circles back to that lazy Sunday in Toronto, we are reminded
that his encounter with Agnes has been very much on Peter’s mind. “Agnes is
the only secret Peter has from his wife, the only puzzle he pieces together
without her help. . . . Peter wonders what they were doing over there in
Geneva—not Sheilah and Peter, Agnes and Peter. It is almost as if they had
once run away together, silly as children, irresponsible as lovers.” And then the
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story does the remarkable, unprecedented thing, its point of view bouncing
around in time and space, then rocketing off into a universe of irremediable
mistakes, inconsolable loss, and endless yearning:
He thinks of the ice wagon going down the street. He sees something
he has never seen in his life—a Western town that belongs to Agnes.
Here is Agnes—small, mole-faced, round-shouldered because she has
always carried a younger child. She watches the ice wagon and the trail
of ice water in a morning invented for her: hers. He sees the weak
prairie trees and the shadows on the sidewalk. Nothing moves except
the shadows and the ice wagon and the changing amber of the child’s
eyes. The child is Peter. He has seen the grain of the cement sidewalk
and the grass in the cracks, and the dust, and the dandelions at the edge
of the road. He is there. He has taken the morning that belongs to
Agnes, he is up before the others, and he knows everything. There is
nothing he doesn’t know. He could keep the morning if he wanted to,
but what can Peter do with the start of a summer day? Sheilah is here,
it is a true Sunday morning, with its dimness and headache and
remorse and regrets, and this is life. . . . He touches Sheilah’s hand. The
children have their aunt now, and he and Sheilah have each other.
Everything works out, somehow or other. Let Agnes have the start of
the day. Let Agnes think it was invented for her. Who wants to be
alone in the universe? No, begin at the beginning: Peter lost Agnes.
Agnes says to herself somewhere, Peter is lost.

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She is a distinguished visiting writer at Bard College.

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