304 pages, Hardcover
First published September 1,2006
Whenever I pick up a work by Joyce Carol Oates, a strange feeling comes over me. I find myself hating myself a little bit. Her writing is overly dramatic, almost to the point of being exaggerated. It seems as if she is trying just a little too hard to be artsy and sophisticated. The language she uses can be flowery and convoluted, making it sometimes difficult to fully grasp the essence of her stories.
However, despite all these initial misgivings, something strange happens when I reach the end of her works. I can't stop thinking about them. The stories linger in my mind, haunting me long after I have put the book down. There is a certain quality to her writing that is both disturbing and captivating. It makes me question my own perceptions and beliefs, and forces me to look at the world from a different perspective.
Maybe that's the power of great literature. It doesn't have to be perfect or easy to understand. Sometimes, it's the very flaws and imperfections that make it so memorable and thought-provoking. And in the case of Joyce Carol Oates, her overly dramatic and artsy writing style may be exactly what makes her work so unique and unforgettable.