The Lottery and Other Stories (Penguin Modern Classics)

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The Lottery’ is a classic short story because of its power to unsettle us . . . Great writing can entertain, enlighten and even empower, but one of its greatest gifts to us is its ability to unsettle, prodding us to search for our own moral in the story.” The Haunting, d. Jan de Bont, 1999—No, nope, pass, do not bother unless you want to get sauced and have a laugh. (And even then, probably don’t. I warned you.) it's weird to read stories like this that just...what is this even? like that john mulaney bit about when your grandmother starts telling stories about playing marbles at the soda fountain and you're like NO ONE KNOWS WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT, YOU IDIOT!

I also saw the film adaptation of We Have Always Lived in the Castle (and I loved it). If you’re in the U.S., you can catch it on Netflix. The Lottery is one of my favorite short stories. I read it when I was an impressionable girl in grammar school, and it froze my soul. I have read it many times since then, and it never fails to chill me again. i regret to inform you the rumors are true: i did spill an entire cup of water on my nightstand while trying to shut off my alarm this morning, wreaking havoc on my floor, the corner of my mattress, the edge of my laptop, and, most significantly and unfortunately, this book. There's this story about some weird guy telling a young neurotical kid with an even younger sister gruesome tales about his own (hypothetical) sister. The mother chases him away. But it is in The Daemon Lover that this mysterious male, a representation of the female animus perhaps, is taken to its logical extreme. A woman on the search for her lover who has stood her up on her wedding morning, runs him to earth in an apartment where he is apparently holed up. However, all her efforts to smoke him out are vain.But more than that, I was really impressed and fascinated at the look into '40's racism, subtle or not, how badly women were treated and how badly they treated each other, and the general miasma of inhumanity everywhere. Mrs. Dunbar had small stones in both hands, and she said, gasping for breath, "I can't run at all. You'll have to go ahead and I'll catch up with you." I implore you not to read this story unless you can take a day or a week afterward to think about it. A great story, like a great vintage, throws a crust of sediment which may destroy­ the bouquet and cause ulcers later. If you don’t feel the tweak of the ulcers, you haven’t really read this story.” After reading all these seemingly disconnected tales of hush-hush Terror, evidently some pattern arises. This chain of stories is where I found the masterpiece existing at the very core of the "novel." Psychiatrist and occult scholar Dr. Montague invites people who have experienced psychic phenomena to stay in a house that is believed to be haunted and either disprove or (hopefully) prove the rumors. Eleanor, Theo, Luke (the heir to Hill House), and Dr. Montague meet at Hill House. Things happen. Eleanor is not okay. Can a house be evil?

Colloquy”: A woman goes to the doctor to inquire about her husband’s possible insanity. The doctor’s response is so confusing that she becomes hysterical and might be the crazy one herself, though she thinks she might be the only sane person around. all i have to say is that Mrs Maclane is a queen and i can't figure out whether this story is on her side or not.Another story is about a girl talking to a grownup about the approaching end of the world, the said grownup gets his panties in a twist about it. The second, third, and fourth sections are prefaced by quotations from Saducismus Triumphatus, a 17th century book about witchcraft, by Joseph Glanvill. [1]

This is her nonfiction middle grade book about a topic she held dear. It is a fun curiosity only if you can overlook the overt colonialist, racist approach to the settlement of Massachusetts. The Sundial (1958)—buy! Of Course”: Mrs. Tylor greets a new family moving into the house next door. The Harris family strangely does not go to movies or listen to the radio—or play bridge or read the newspaper. Mrs. Tylor clearly has nothing in common with them, so she leaves. Certainly the most terrifying story ever written about the power and madness of unquestioned tradition. The collection was originally subtitled The Adventures of James Harris. Watch for him throughout, as he pops up in diverse places. Even his seeming innocuous appearances are slightly off, a bit wrong. He is the sinister theme tying these tales together. Come Dance with Me in Ireland”: A poor-looking man appears at a home where three women are spending time. They tend to judge him negatively but ultimately show some hospitality. After he is frank about his feelings and ideas instead of appropriately polite and grateful, the women feel that their negative judgments are confirmed.Most of the stories have a very strong female point of view. A female who is chained to her gender - a mother, a housewife, and not a very attractive one, and a disillusioned one, one that is probably smoking, and aching for something more. The jilted fiancée, the woman mistaken for the lady of the house, the woman who worked at Macy's just for one day. I was surprised by The Lottery. It was the last story in this collection. It doesn't have the same feel as the other stories because it's about group/collective psychosis as opposed to all of the other stories which are about individuals. Also, it's ending is violent while there is no violence in the other stories in this collection.

A young boy invites his playmate for lunch. His mother’s casual racist assumptions (couched in pious goodwill and largesse) mystify the boys, who have yet to internalize cultural prejudice. it is honestly and truly the scariest thing in the world that this story was written in the 1940s, when it not only could have been written now but believably happened today. Anthony Boucher and J. Francis McComas praised the volume as "a brilliant collection of naturalistic glimpses of a world with terrifying holes in it." [2] I loved the Tooth. It was damn surreal and I was thinking along the lines of all the similar kinds of tales and novels to come after it. Body-hopping tales, indeed. :)A kindergartner tells his parents tales of his hellion classmate, Charles, who becomes a sort of legend in their household. His mother goes to a school meeting with hopes of meeting Charles’ mother. gThe |tintoxicated -- |gThe |tdaemon lover -- |tLike mother used to make -- |tTrial by combat -- |gThe |tvillager -- |tMy life with R.H. Macy -- |gThe |twitch -- |gThe |trenegade -- |tAfter you, my dear Alphonse -- |tCharles -- |tAfternoon in linen -- |tFlower garden -- |tDorothy and my grandmother and the sailors -- |tColloquy -- |tElizabeth -- |gA |tfine old firm -- |gThe |tdummy -- |tSeven types of ambiguity -- |tCome dance with me in Ireland -- |tOf course -- |tPillar of salt -- |tMen with their big shoes -- |gThe |ttooth -- |tGot a letter from Jimmy -- |gThe |tlottery -- |tEpilogue. Silence follows the slammed door and only then does husband Stanley emerge from his bedroom, freshly shaven and dressed in a suit, ready to start his day. He walks down the stairs, humming, and sails up to the disheveled Shirley, who has lit a new cigarette with the old one and is now staring out the window above the sink. He walks up behind her, greeting her by placing one hand on her hip and reaching his other hand, playfully, up under her shirt, to paw at one of her breasts. Grace Paley once described the male-female writer phenomenon to me by saying,’Women have always done men the favor of reading their work, but the men have not returned the favor.’” There is a whole 'nother thing going on with James Harris, a character that is featured in some of these stories. There's some talk in blogging communities about who he is, exactly, and what his presence symbolized. I don't pretend to have a complete handle on the whole thing, but it deserves a mention.