Shirley Jackson was an influential American author. A popular writer in her time, her work has received increasing attention from literary critics in recent years. She has influenced such writers as Stephen King, Nigel Kneale, and Richard Matheson.
She is best known for her dystopian short story, "The Lottery" (1948), which suggests there is a deeply unsettling underside to bucolic, smalltown America. In her critical biography of Shirley Jackson, Lenemaja Friedman notes that when Shirley Jackson's story "The Lottery" was published in the June 28, 1948, issue of The New Yorker, it received a response that "no New Yorker story had ever received." Hundreds of letters poured in that were characterized by, as Jackson put it, "bewilderment, speculation and old-fashioned abuse."
Jackson's husband, the literary critic Stanley Edgar Hyman, wrote in his preface to a posthumous anthology of her work that "she consistently refused to be interviewed, to explain or promote her work in any fashion, or to take public stands and be the pundit of the Sunday supplements. She believed that her books would speak for her clearly enough over the years." Hyman insisted the darker aspects of Jackson's works were not, as some critics claimed, the product of "personal, even neurotic, fantasies", but that Jackson intended, as "a sensitive and faithful anatomy of our times, fitting symbols for our distressing world of the concentration camp and the Bomb", to mirror humanity's Cold War-era fears. Jackson may even have taken pleasure in the subversive impact of her work, as revealed by Hyman's statement that she "was always proud that the Union of South Africa banned The Lottery', and she felt that they at least understood the story".
In 1965, Jackson died of heart failure in her sleep, at her home in North Bennington Vermont, at the age of 48.
This is so short that a review is superfluous. You can read it here in just a few minutes, or you can find it in one of the author’s collection of stories. No reason not to: it’s quick and enjoyable.
Another fantastic short story and the ending really entertained me. Light hearted and fun but I feel like my experience was made better due to the sheer amount of short works I’ve read from Shirley Jackson at this point. There’s always that little cold malicious hand of anxiety that rests on your shoulder each time you read her writing.
3.5 stars John Philip Johnson and his wife help maintain the balance in Shirley Jackson's iconic short story. Perhaps the story should come with an allergy warning these days! Read it here https://www.northernhighlands.org/cms...
Really nice style of writing, typical to Shirley Jackson. What’s missing is the eerie feeling that usually a accompanies her works, something that would make it more of a Twilight Zone episode than a slightly bizarre story from The New Yorker.
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“One Ordinary Day, With Peanuts” is Shirley Jackson at her most mischievous and unsettling, a story that wears the costume of whimsy only to leave the reader blinking at the darkness beneath. It begins so lightly: a man named Mr. Johnson spends the day in New York doing small, almost saintly acts of kindness. He helps people cross the street, buys gifts, offers encouragement, and spreads joy. The rhythm of the tale lulls the reader into thinking it’s a gentle slice-of-life piece, an urban fable about the power of everyday goodness. But, being Jackson, she doesn’t let us sit comfortably for long.
The narrative’s brilliance lies in its gradual undercutting of this apparent sweetness. Mr. Johnson seems almost too good to be true, his acts so relentless that they border on parody. Jackson gives him no backstory, no real interiority—just a compulsion to brighten the lives of others.
The title itself, with its reference to peanuts, underscores this ordinariness, as though the whole story could be dismissed as a trivial anecdote. Yet by the end, Jackson delivers her quiet coup de grâce: Mr. Johnson returns home to his wife, who reveals that while he spent the day doing good, she has spent hers doing the opposite—sowing chaos, cruelty, and suffering.
The implication is clear: the couple alternates roles, trading kindness and malice like a game. The ordinariness of the day collapses, replaced by the horrifying suggestion that morality is nothing more than arbitrary performance.
Compared with “The Summer People”, which slowly builds dread through social exclusion, “One Ordinary Day, With Peanuts” works like a bait-and-switch. Both stories explore conformity and hidden darkness, but where “The Summer People” draws horror from neglect and abandonment, this story unsettles with the idea that good and evil are interchangeable, dependent only on whim. It’s existential in the truest sense: what is morality if it can be swapped daily like clothing? Are we merely creatures of habit, playing assigned roles without deeper meaning?
In the broader context of psychological and existential horror, the story resonates with Kafka’s absurdity and even Sartre’s explorations of freedom and responsibility. Kafka might have leaned into bureaucracy, Sartre into philosophical despair, but Jackson does something slyer: she cloaks the horror in charm. The story’s light-hearted tone, the playful listing of small kindnesses, makes the final revelation all the more jarring. Unlike Lovecraft, who horrified us with inhuman monstrosities, Jackson horrifies us with the human capacity for arbitrariness—the possibility that kindness and cruelty are not opposites but siblings.
What makes the story unforgettable is its refusal to moralise. Mr. and Mrs. Johnson don’t justify their actions, nor do they agonise over them. Their swapping of roles is presented with the casualness of discussing groceries. That indifference is chilling. It suggests that morality is not a matter of universal principle but of personal amusement, that the suffering or happiness of others is nothing more than a way to pass the time. In this way, Jackson sketches a vision of the world that is both comic and terrifying, where the line between benevolence and malevolence is erased by sheer whimsy.
For me, “One Ordinary Day, With Peanuts” showcases Jackson’s mastery of tonal dissonance. She understood that horror does not always arrive cloaked in shadows or dripping in blood. Sometimes it comes wrapped in charm, in laughter, in the simple image of a man feeding peanuts to pigeons while quietly destabilising the moral universe.
The story is a sly reminder that ordinary days may not be so ordinary after all—that beneath the banality of daily routines lurks the abyss of human freedom, where good and evil are only masks we exchange at will.
One Ordinary Day, With Peanuts, is a book about the struggle between good and evil. In the story, Mr. John Philp Johnson wears a big smile and helps people out. Then when he gets back home to his wife she takes about all the bad things she did and that would like to switch places with him
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Slightly humourous without really making a point or shedding light on the human condition or anything meaningful I would like to get out of a Shirley Jackson story. Reminded me of 'Charles'.
Mr. Johnson steps outside with a massive smile, making sure to wish everyone good morning. He eventually stops two young people walking down the street and convinces them to take his money and go on a nice date instead of to their jobs. They reluctantly agree. It isn't until the day is over and returns to Mrs. Johnson that his motive is revealed.
An odd but enjoyable read with a pretty confusing pay-off at the end.
I noticed that many people commented on how short it was. I actually thought that it took too long to get to the interesting twist at the end which seems too show a frivolousness towards working towards good or evil as long as you maintain the balance between the two.