I first encountered the work of Joyce Carol Oates when I was taking an undergraduate course in Women's Studies in 1974. It was a time of great change for women and the books we read in that class opened up my eyes. We read Simone de Beauvoir, Fay Weldon, Betty Friedan and Doris Lessing, among others but the ones that affected me most were Oates' stories and novels. The immediacy, violence and passion were unlike anything I had ever read and her characters truly breathed on the pages. Terrible things they did happen could happen did happen to them, didn't they? This question is intentionally written that way, for that is how her writing is - shocking maybe not there surely there. It was the first time I had read something with a stream of conciousness in it and I was hooked for the next fourty years. Every time a new book or collection of hers would come out, I was thrilled couldn't wait to read it devoured it and though I have certainly not read all of her work, I still have that initial enthusiasm and wonder each time I pick up something of hers that I haven't read.
So... "The Rise of Life on Earth". Gulp... As visceral as ever, she pulled me into Chicago of the late 60's. Madmen indeed. The book is not a very long one but as you may have surmised, it is certainly an intense one that will make you very uncomfortable. There is no doubt about that. In fact, I actually was so horrified by the events at the end that I couldn't read it. I literally COULD NOT. My eyes jumped all over the pages because I could not take in more than a few disjointed phrases at a time. I would put it down and go back to it a few hours later and do the same thing but maybe read slightly different phrases. I know I did not read the whole thing and I know I never will. But I got the gist of it and that is more than enough. Oates created a character born of abuse and I still want to know where the evil begins, when it begins. This is what is quietly crawling out from under the rock. Although I feel empathy for the abused child, I cannot reconcile the evil and agony that abide in the young woman. She believes in God she does she doesn't. What we know for sure, is that growing up in this America of Joyce Carol Oates' book, is hazardous to your health.
I love the cover painting, "Morning in a City"(1944) by Edward Hopper, which evokes the solitary disconnect which is ever-present in the book.
Some of my favourite writing is:
- the fatty creases of the belly and thighs prematurely wattling though she was young - still young: YOUNG! - waiting for her life... (80)
...so long as she did not resist she would not be hurt or insulted, or rarely so... (81)
...For it seemed logical to her that God showered His gifts, say, upon a certain group of human beings as a flood of sunshine might move upon them thus if you were in the midst of the blessed His blessing might soon strike you too wasn't that logical? - wasn't that His way? - so Kathleen tried to choose her companions carefully... (92)
He said, "It's weird isn't it - everybody wanting to live. You see it in others, the desperation, the terror, it's so self-evidently comical, all these people, too many people... but in yourself, either you can't see it or you won't." And he began to laugh. (100)
...the meek and the lame and the halt and the blind and they that hunger after righteousness and shall inherit not the Earth but mere dirt shoveled into their mouths. (106)