By Joyce Carol Oates There was no reason. There were many reasons. There came the razor blade between my fingers. There came the current like electricity through my arm— through […]
A future archeologist equipped only with her oeuvre could easily piece together the whole of postwar America.
Young adults do change rapidly; they are enormously impressionable, and subject to influences both good and bad. In this genre, I would never involve adolescent characters in the sort of […]