What an impressive novel! In less than 200 pages (and even fewer if one takes into account the width of the margin, the size of the font, and the blank pages between the mini-chapters), the author creates a universe with well-defined characters and a solid discourse. There is not a single element out of place. Oates presents a brutal situation with a language economy that is impressive and manages to denounce - without ambiguity or tepidity - the failed judicial system in the United States, the greed of the media, and, above all, the misogyny that creeps into every aspect of life. In summary, it is a loathsome book, beautifully written. I can't believe I hadn't read anything by Oates until now, and after this novel, I will surely look for more. Does anyone have specific recommendations?
Regarding "Papel de Liar" - under the responsibility of the publisher - I must say that it needs a lot more editorial care. There are numerous typos and stylistic inconsistencies; in general, it is a very careless book. Even the cover, whose design I originally liked, turns out to be inappropriate. It uses an image that, in my opinion, degrades the anecdote told in the novel.
A fateful night that becomes the atomic core from which the destruction of several people involved in a gang rape of a woman in Niagara Falls, a town in the state of New York, will emerge. Of course, the victim, and also her daughter, who was present in that depraved abomination. On the other hand, the predators, although there the mechanisms of fiction come more into play.
In that first part, when it focuses on Teena and her daughter, it describes in an unrelenting way the social springs that are set in motion when a news of that caliber breaks. Before and during the trial, the question is to put the victim on trial, suspect, point her out as the tempting one who could well have provoked the event, even think that it is the logical consequence of a suspicious trajectory. All the scenarios that were described in this book have later been replicated in news of the same nature. There Joyce's (nothing to do with James Joyce) eye is as precise as a microscope.
In the second part, when it focuses more on the barbarity exercised against the victim during the trial and on the vision of the aggressors, springs appear that I would say are not so much of film noir as of spy movies. These two poles communicate, they make us think that when a judicial system based on money does not provide reparations, something much darker and more violent is set in motion. The animosity grows to brutal limits. It is thus that the "eye for an eye and tooth for a tooth" quoted a couple of times in the narration is better understood.
In general, a brief but devastating narration, no character comes out unscathed from the process initiated in a booth in a park. Nor the reader, of course.
I am surprised by the writing of Joyce Carol (nothing to do with Lewis Carroll), meticulous and at the same time vaporous. I don't know why I had the idea that her writing was based on more cinematic scenes, on more linear plots and a progression, in short, more conventional. Instead, she builds a great perspective that affects the different characters, jumps from one to another, the lawyers, the popular gossip, the places, sometimes in a concise way, in others it extends more, always with a great sensitivity to maintain the reader's attention, and time progresses in a sinuous way.
In short, nothing that I have found in this book seemed conventional or predictable to me. The story is powerful and the writing is very much up to par. A great baptism in the literary world of Joyce Carol Oates, so I only have 90 books left to read and catch up with her work.