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264 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1997
Never could you predict when that other Sharon – “Sherrill” – or was it “Starr Bright” – might emerge, cruel and funny.
Lily supposed that, in the human brain, deep in the cortex of memory, there is no such thing as “time” – “chronology.” Everything is present tense, nothing is “past.” We may be numerous selves simultaneously. Adult, adolescent, child, infant. Was she six years old, sixteen years old, thirty-six years old? Shrewdly she guessed that no one was ever older than his or her actual age, in dreams. Because you can’t yet remember,
, . .
I am Rose of Sharon Donner, you are Lily of the Valley Donner.
We can’t ever be lonely like other people. We have each other.
Pronouncing herself surprised and very disappointed that her literary cover had been blown, Joyce Carol Oates said she would never again try to write a book under a pseudonym. She tried it this once, she said yesterday, because ''I wanted to escape from my own identity.''
Source: http://www.nytimes.com/books/98/07/05...