Whoever said 'quantity has a quality all of its own' clearly never delved into the works of Joyce Carol Oates. It's not as if she writes poorly; in fact, she is a highly accomplished writer. Nor is it that she can't keep her ego in check; on the contrary, unusually for Americans, she is quite self-effacing. However, the issue lies in the fact that Oates' stories often bear a striking resemblance to one another. They seem to be like an endless, unbroken line of link sausages, each one almost indistinguishable from the next. The question that lingers is whether Oates is truly capable of envisioning a world that is devoid of violence, passive-aggression, and hysteria. Can she break free from this repetitive pattern and offer readers a fresh and unique perspective? Only time will tell.
Clearly, JCO has had a profound influence on a great number of writers. Some of these writers are among my personal favorites. What's remarkable about JCO is that she was writing against the current of pomo or at least managed to avoid getting entangled in the gimmicks and tricks of experimental literature over the past 40 years. She remained steadfast in the belief that a story should center around the character. In contrast to Flannery, who examines her characters and emphasizes the negative aspects and limitations, JCO appears to have a tendency to attempt to make all characters, whether they are murderers, the abused, or the naive, sympathetic. However, there seems to be something lacking here. The more I delve into her works, the more I come to realize that this missing element is something that I truly require in literature. As I continue to read, my liking for her writing gradually diminishes.
UGH! I will admit that I have extremely high standards when it comes to short stories. In my opinion, no one can compare to O Henry. However, these particular short stories were such utter rubbish. They were just completely empty stories that were filled to the brim with heaping loads of sadness and pain. It was truly a dreadful experience. No thank you!
This has actually helped me establish a secondary reading goal. Instead of mindlessly continuing to sink time into books that I'm not enjoying in order to add them to my "finished" pile, I have decided that it's okay not to finish more books. I will now be more discerning in my reading choices and only invest my time in stories that truly capture my interest and imagination.
Fantastic! It has become a wonderful routine for me to read a story during each lunch break. The moment I open the book, I am immediately transported into a different world, filled with excitement, adventure, and emotions. It's like a mini-escape from the hustle and bustle of the daily grind. I truly love this activity as it not only relaxes me but also enriches my imagination. Each story is like a precious gem, waiting to be discovered and cherished. Whether it's a heartwarming tale or a thrilling mystery, it always manages to capture my attention and keep me engaged until the very end. I look forward to these lunch break reading sessions with great anticipation, and I can't wait to see what new stories await me in the future.