This week’s piece of weird fiction being discussed over at LibraryThing – nominated by me as it turns out.
Review: “The Motion Demon”, Stefan Grabinski, trans. Miroslaw Lipinski, 1919.
I suspect Mark Samuels’ “The End to Perpetual Motion” was inspired by this story though it goes in a very different direction. This story is certainly weird and full of mystery and ambiguity.
The story opens on an express train running between Paris and Madrid. We start with the perspective of forest creatures seeing the frightening train, to them, roar past.
We then shift to a first-class compartment where a man is alone and dozing, a book titled Crooked Lines on his lap and a stamp in the book giving us his name: Tadeusz Szygon.
A conductor comes in to check the man’s ticket, and a terse exchange follows.
The man doesn’t have a ticket. He doesn’t know why he didn’t buy one at the station. Yes, he’ll pay the fine. No, he doesn’t know where on the line he got on the train. Let’s just assume it was Paris and bill the whole fare plus the fine. No, he doesn’t care that a ticket will get him only to Madrid. He’ll get another train there as long as he can keep riding.
The conductor says he’ll have to go away and prepare the ticket and figure out how much the fine will be. Szygon’s attention becomes fixed on the insignia on the conductor’s collar. It’s jagged little wings weaved to form a circle.
Then Szygon becomes angry:
‘Mr. Wings, watch out for the draft!’
‘Please be quiet; I’m closing the door.’
‘Watch out for the draft,’ he stubbornly repeated. ‘One can sometimes break one’s neck.’”
The conductor mutters that Szygon is either crazy or drunk and leaves.Continue reading