
Two or Three Things I Forgot to Tell You
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 Joyce Carol Oates Patchwork
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 […]