The Bath by Raymond Carver

Beam me up, Scotty!

The Bath is probably one of the weaker Raymond Carver stories I’ve come across. Granted, it's not terrible by any means, just kind of forgettable. Carver’s signature minimalism is definitely present: clipped sentences, bare dialogue, and plenty left unsaid. He’s clearly channeling his inner Hemingway here, leaning hard into omission and elliptical storytelling.

That being said, it comes off more like an exercise in style with a type of minimalism where the characters feel more like outlines than people. The story is simple with a mother buying a cake for her son's birthday when a terrible accident befalls the young boy. However, everything is pared down so much, creating an ambiguity that detracts from the emotional resonance. Or at least, that was my impression. 

Still, Carver’s use of omission is doing something intentional here. By withholding key details and refusing to tie things up neatly, he mirrors the emotional numbness of the characters. The mother’s fractured thoughts and distracted actions reflect her unprocessed grief. That restraint can be powerful, even haunting. Yet, it all feels more like a preview of the more nuanced work Carver would go on to do in stories like “A Small, Good Thing,” which actually expands and revisits this very narrative with greater depth.

So yeah, The Bath isn’t without merit, but it’s more of a minimalist draft, a sketch rather than a finished portrait. Worth reading as part of Carver’s evolution, but not the story I would recommend to someone as a shining example of his short-story talents.