It’s difficult to explain my attraction to Oates’ fiction. It’s isn’t a sort of easy instinctual connection, it’s more along the lines of recognizing unquestionable levels of quality and superb levels of emotional intelligence in her writing and being drawn to that. Oftentimes I don’t care for her characters and I can easily understand how her fiction might be criticized by others…it’s got that certain elitist thing going for it that in the time of rampant idiocy has become such a terrible thing and so her characters are frequently of the professorial sort, the moneyed upper middle classes, etc. They are often inherently imperious in their ways, but the thing is…in Oates’ stories life cuts everyone down just the same. There are certain universal clouds that rain on everyone’s parades. In this collection they do so thematically. And the theme is undeniably attractive, the roads not taken, the myriad possible yous you didn’t become, the parallel universe options, the wasted potential, the regrets, the chances. The first 50% of the book is dedicated entire to that, wherein the realizations come theoretically or as direct confrontations. The last 50% also meditates quite heavily on the business of getting old, the terrifying prospect of entropy in action, as the characters contemplate the impermanence of things, the tragic senescence of existence. Not for turtles, go turtles, way to conquer senescence, you excellent slowmo weirdos. So there you go, that’s the basic idea here. In typical Oates fashion, this isn’t a happy read in any way, it’s profoundly bleak, it’s ideologically heavy. It’s whatever the opposite of easy reading is. But it is, undeniably, good. It’s a contemplative book, minds and souls laid out bare to understand, judge, relate to. Oates skins her characters alive, metaphorically. She can be brutal. She shines the light on all the murky corners of the mind where fears and anxieties hide. It’s uncomfortable reading. But then again there is that very specific degree of realism, of compassionate understanding of the difficulty of personal journeys no matter the socioeconomic circumstances…it all somehow succeeds in making you less alone in the world. Which is really one of the best reasons to read in the first place. So an objectively difficult read, but well crafted, intelligent good one, if you can handle it. Go in with mood set to low. Thanks Netgalley.