The Ice Wagon’s Wheels Come Off: Mavis Gallant and Sadia Shepard in The New Yorker
Yesterday I learned that an short story featured in the January 8, 2018 issue of The New Yorker??Foreign-Returned? by Sadia Shepard?bore a more than casual resemblance to the late Mavis Gallant?s story, ?The Ice Wagon Going Down the Street.? (Gallant?s story was also originally published in a 1963 issue of The New Yorker.)
Francine Prose, an author and fan of Gallant?s work, had posted on Facebook that someone should read both, as Shepard?s was “a scene by scene, plot-turn by plot-turn, gesture by gesture, line-of-dialogue by line-of-dialogue copy?the only major difference being that the main characters here are Pakistanis in Connecticut during the Trump era instead of Canadians in post-WW II Geneva.?
Prose laments that Gallant?by all accounts an incredible author?has faded into near-oblivion, to the point where another writer can take her work and grab from it with impunity. And even get published in the same magazine that published the original work. I?ll admit I am not familiar with Gallant, but having worked as an editor, I am familiar with the old excuse of, ?I might have read [the original work] and I guess it stayed in my subconscious, so that?s what’s on paper.? However, I was willing to give Shepard the benefit of the doubt?until I read both stories.
I started with Shepard?s ?Foreign-Returned? first and liked it quite a bit. It didn?t break new ground in terms of plot or character, but not every story has to do that. It was enjoyable, I identified with the characters, and it had an ending that didn?t feel abrupt or tacked on.
Then I read ?The Ice Wagon Going Down the Street,? and it hurt?not because of the content of the story, but to this book editor, Shepard clearly took more than her share. Some artists remain in the public consciousness for decades, centuries. Gallant only died four years ago and already her work is being scavenged for bits because, ?Mavis who?”
I could bullet point enough similarities from both stories to go on and on, so I?ll just pick a few, so you can see what Prose and I both mean. I?ll start with Shepard?s:
- In Connecticut, an immigrant Pakistani named Hassan is forced to share a desk with American-born Pakistani named Hina because, it?s reasoned, they?re both basically from the same country and will therefore get along.
- Hina immediately fills out her desk with a copy of the Koran, her diploma, and a shiny new pen.
- Hassan and his wife, Sara?especially Sara?feel badly about their middling social status, and spend weekends at the Ahmed?s (a wealthy immigrant Pakistani couple) hoping to climb the social ladder. They are subsequently cut off when they don?t move up a rung.
- Hassan and Sara are, however, shocked to learn that the Ahmeds have included Hina in their social circle, and invite Hina over to try and get the scoop. The dinner is awkward, with Hina refusing to eat the steak served because it?s not Halal.
- A party at the Ahmed?s ends with Hassan getting drunk, Hina leaving early because she’s mortified by the ?real? Pakistanis’ behavior, and Hassan being called upon to escort her home.
Well, as you can see, I chose more than a few. Once I got started, it was difficult to stop. Here is Gallant?s:
- In Geneva, an immigrant Canadian named Peter is forced to share a desk with another Canadian named Agnes because, it?s reasoned, they?re both basically from the same country and will therefore get along. (Even though they?re from vastly different parts of Canada.)
- Agnes immediately fills her desk with a copy of the Bible, her diploma, and a shiny new pen.
- Peter and his wife, Sheilagh?especially Sheilagh?feel badly about their middling social status, and spend weekends at the Burleigh?s (a wealthy immigrant Canadian couple), hoping to climb the social ladder. They are subsequently cut off when they don?t move up a rung.
- Peter and Sheilagh are, however, shocked to learn that the Burleighs have included Agnes in their social circle, and invite Agnes over to try and get the scoop. The dinner is awkward, with Agnes refusing to eat the lobster served because she says it causes skin poisoning.
- A party at the Burleigh?s ends with Agnes getting drunk and leaving early because she’s mortified at the hosts’ and guests? behavior, and Peter being called upon to escort her home.
I could continue, with almost word-for-word quotes and additional scenes, but it would A) ruin Mavis Gallant?s story, and B) I think I?ve made my point. The New Yorker has come under scrutiny for lowering its standards, perhaps for better ad dollars, perhaps because it?s a magazine that?s evolving with the times. Either way, to publish a short story without knowing it was essentially already published in your magazine years ago?or perhaps it was known?is probably the saddest part of it all.
Ok as Pakistan? second generation American , I immediately picked up on the way the Pakistanis were plugged into a social situation which was alien to my experience at least . There were lots of clues , the cool detachment , the false social structure and none of the nosy mentality about people?s backgrounds that we have . It?s a shame . Why not just write the truth , why fit square pegs into round holes ? The reason it got by was that White Americans like this kind of desolate , sad , disconnected stories of cultural isolation and confusion about Muslims and Southasians in particular. We actually are silly , funny stupid and just as loving an warm as any other human being .
No doubt about it. Looks like plagiarism to me. I am well… shocked.
I don?t believe it is fair to expect anyone working at the New Yorker in 2018 to be familiar with a story published in that magazine in 1963. So there is nothing ?sad? about that, and publishing the story in 2018 therefore cannot possibly indicate a ?decline? in the magazine?s editorial standards.
My guess is that the author will plead that she is just following the current trend in novel writing in which an author takes a classic and rewrites it in a modern setting. Several novelists have been lauded for this. But there is a difference between say, Jane Smiley rewriting Shakespeare in A Thousand Acres. And there is even a difference between the current trendy rewrites of Vanity Fair, The Great Gatsby, Wuthering Heights, etc. The former I can condone. The trendy latter, I deplore.
This instance of the New Yorker story is too close to plagerism for my taste; I wonder if it would get a passing grade in a creative writing program. Sadly, I think the answer is yes.
I am so glad you wrote this. It is our duty as lovers, teachers and editors of literature to call out bad behaviour. This was bad behaviour by Ms Shepard no matter how beautifully it is being painted. Thank you so very much.
I am Mavis Gallant?s executrix . I want to thank Heather Quinlan. for her comments on the similarities between Mavis? ?The Ice Wagon Going Down the Street and Foreign-Returned?. I take this act of plagiarism seriously and am persuing all possible avenues to have the matter rectified.
Mary K. MacLeod.
Surprised that both appear equal responses as I’d have thought that time and social histories might have produced something other.
I read both stories after hearing about the controversy. Given the literary claims and stridency of her defenders, I was disappointed at what a failure of imagination and actual writerly ability Shepard’s story represents. Tell this story well from a different cultural perspective and we wouldn’t call it plagiarism, because we’d be enlightened and delighted. This is more like a parlor trick; a B+ creative-writing assignment.
I also think that the online interview was devised to cover for a problem that someone discovered too late in the printing process. I’d swear they’ve even added some sentences to Shepard’s mention of Gallant over the last 48 hours.
The “writer”, Sadia Shepard, has indeed used the basic theme of the author, Mavis Gallant’s, beautifully written “The Ice Wagon Going Down the Street”. Therein lies the only similarity. Shepard’s writing is laughably bad compared to the sublime Gallant.
“The New Yorker” publishes little fiction that is worth reading anymore.
I renewed my subscription with reluctance for 2018. As a loyal reader since 1986 I doubt I will renew for 2019.
About three years ago I began using NY.com, going through years of back issues. There, to my delight, I found Gallant, Hale, Cullinan, Taylor, Mortimer, among others. And then a book buying spree. My copy of Gallant’s “Home Truths” was signed, by her, on November 17, 1981, in Victoria, B.C.