Joyce Carol Oates’s prize-winning story “Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?” takes up troubling subjects that continue to occupy her in her fiction: the romantic longings and limited options of adolescent women; the tensions between mothers and daughters; the sexual victimization of women; and the American obsession with violence. Inspired by a magazine story about a serial killer, its remarkable portrait of the dreamy teenager Connie has made it a feminist classic. Connie’s life anticipates the emergence of American society from the social innocence of the fifties into the harsher contemporary realities of war, random violence, and crime. The story was the basis for the movie Smooth Talk, which became the subject of much feminist debate.
Joyce Carol Oates is an American writer. Oates published her first book in 1963, and has since published 58 novels, a number of plays and novellas, and many volumes of short stories, poetry, and nonfiction. Her novels Black Water (1992), What I Lived For (1994), and Blonde (2000), and her short story collections The Wheel of Love (1970) and Lovely, Dark, Deep: Stories (2014) were each finalists for the Pulitzer Prize. She has won many awards for her writing, including the National Book Award, for her novel Them (1969), two O. Henry Awards, the National Humanities Medal, and the Jerusalem Prize (2019). Oates taught at Princeton University from 1978 to 2014, and is the Roger S. Berlind '52 Professor Emerita in the Humanities with the Program in Creative Writing. From 2016 to 2020, she was a visiting professor at the University of California, Berkeley, where she taught short fiction in the spring semesters. She now teaches at Rutgers University, New Brunswick. Oates was elected to the American Philosophical Society in 2016. Pseudonyms: Rosamond Smith and Lauren Kelly.
Another offering from the Short Story Club - this from the legendary JCO, who manages to strike up a very dark, suspenseful piece as you'd expect.
Vulnerable coming of age girl, dodgy bloke.
The dark, suspenseful undertones predominate. Somehow, we know Connie will relent to the guy with the smile and the hair - to make it worse, he has a mate in the car, waiting.
The scenarios running through one's mind are unbearable. Yet - Connie goes. The screen flickers, then is no more.
4★ “Be nice to me, be sweet like you can because what else is there for a girl like you but to be sweet and pretty and give in?—and get away before her people come back?”
Supposedly inspired by Bob Dylan’s “It’s All Over Now, Baby Blue”, this is a very short, dark little story about what to me seems a reasonably typical self-centred, 15-year-old girl who’s convinced life is better somewhere else with someone else, doing something else.
Teen angst, anger, frustration, can’t-wait-to-grow-up-and-show-them-all-how- special-I-am-ism.
I’ve always figured all kids go through some form of this as Nature’s way of getting us ready to leave the nest so we don’t have all generations piled up on top of each other in some sort of feudal, walled city. That’s what I told my kids as they all got a bit antsy, and I still think that’s largely the case.
Connie's parents are woefully out-of-date (of course) and her older sister is 24, boring, working responsibly and still living at home (there goes my theory), so Connie listens to the usual pleas of why-can’t-you-be-more-like-your-sister?
Why do we even say these things to kids? What good can it possibly do?
For deep and meaningful discussion, I could guess that her name is really Constance, and that’s what she finds boring in her life. All is constant, nothing changes. She and a girlfriend spend their evenings in the company of various boys, pretending to their parents they’re going to the movies together. She craves some excitement. [Be careful what you wish for!]
“Everything about her had two sides to it, one for home and one for anywhere that was not home.”
In the carpark, a guy she doesn’t know flirts briefly with her from his car. On the day this story takes place, her family has gone to a boring barbeque with friends. She’s far too cool for such an outing, so she opts to stay home, when what to her wondering eyes should appear . . . Arnold Friend dropping by.
I don’t know if his name is also a play on words (an old friend) or not, but it’s such a peculiar, heat-hazy kind of afternoon that it’s all a bit surreal. Connie stays inside the screen door while the “boy” (of indeterminate age) tries to sweet-talk her into coming for a ride with him and his friend in his too-cool-for-school gold car with slogans painted on the side.
She tries to put on her cool, evening persona to live up to his obvious expectations, but as he starts bragging about how much he knows about her and her family, she gets more and more nervous.
“Connie stared at him, another wave of dizziness and fear rising in her so that for a moment he wasn't even in focus but was just a blur standing there against his gold car, and she had the idea that he had driven up the driveway all right but had come from nowhere before that and belonged nowhere and that everything about him and even about the music that was so familiar to her was only half real.”
Yeah. That’s what I wondered. Is she hallucinating? She senses Arnold getting weirder and weirder. Telling his friend in the car to back off and leave the talking to him, Arnold says
“Don't hem in on me, don't hog, don't crush, don't bird dog, don't trail me," he said in a rapid, meaningless voice, as if he were running through all the expressions he'd learned but was no longer sure which of them was in style, then rushing on to new ones, making them up with his eyes closed. "Don't crawl under my fence, don't squeeze in my chipmonk hole, don't sniff my glue, suck my popsicle, keep your own greasy fingers on yourself!”
It's a short short story and you really should have a look yourself. I’ve not read Oates before (possibly started something once), but I can see why she’s got so many fans! Must find some more.
I haven’t read the Spark notes or discussions yet, so I may be WAY off the track. Get a copy of it here (free) and see what you think. It's only a dozen or so pages long.
In 2023, it is another good read from the Goodreads Short Story Club which you can join and then follow the discussions for each story. There’s no requirement to participate, but the conversations are always interesting.
Number 7 from my list of "most disturbing (short) stories ever"
Trigger warning to rape survivors and those who had been victims of psychopaths.
The basic pattern of the events that take place in this story, has happened millions of times before, and probably will happen again, many many times. I know Arnold Friend, I’ve seen him before.
I know there isn’t consensus about exactly what a "psychopath"(/sociopath/malignant narcissist/person with anti-social personality disorder) is, but for purposes of this review, I’m going with James Fallon’s description in his enlightening book The Psychopath Inside: A Neuroscientist's Personal Journey into the Dark Side of the Brain, and using the term psychopath since that is the term that most people still know this personality type by.
The problem with this type of manipulative person is that the more intelligent ones almost have a sixth sense of where their potential victim’s frailties lie, and they know exactly how to exploit it. They tend to have a lot of charisma and a superficial charm that often allows them to get under the potential victim's skin, or at least gives them a foot in the door towards gaining the attention of the potential victim.
They will not hesitate, for example, to use a person’s concern for their loved ones against them. They’ll use anything; your sense of shame, your fear of bodily harm, your innate greed, anything that they can spot after prodding and probing in an effort to figure out where your weak spots lie.
And they do, believe me, they do figure it out, and they use this knowledge to devastating effect. The best one can do is to keep a cool head and place as much distance as you still can between yourself and this person. For some, though, it might be too late by the time they realize what they’re dealing with.
Joyce Carol Oates' depiction of the situation and the personalities involved, is so spot-on, that the effect is chillingly realistic. Absolutely frightening in it's psychological accuracy.
¿Dónde vas? ¿Dónde estuviste? (1966) es un magnífico cuento de Joyce Carol Oates (1938-) en línea con sus temáticas recurrentes de poner de manifiesto los problemas a los que se enfrentan las mujeres ante muchos hombres y ante la sociedad en general simplemente por su género. Una indefensión tanto física como moral, que está siempre acechando el normal desarrollo de sus vidas.
Estupendamente guiado y narrado, sólo me ha faltado un final más justiciero, pero entiendo que en ese caso perdería, por desgracia, su realismo.
Una maravilla de cuento. Quién lo quiera leer, os lo paso, aunque quién pueda que lo lea mejor en inglés. Ultimamente se ha puesto de actualidad porque se ha reeditado la adaptación cinematográfica que se hizo en 1985, Smooth Talk, una adaptación muy fiel y casi perfecta, que os recomiendo. Pero primero el cuento:
This intricate story about a predator at work on a young innocent girl demonstrates a deep psychological understanding and a clear knack for creating tension and suspense. It’s disturbing and thought-provoking.
But it’s another of my unsuccessful attempts at appreciating this talented author. She has a style that feels distant to me, removed, like she’s accurately describing people but not getting under their skin. I don’t know … it just doesn’t work for me.
Be nice to me, be sweet like you can because what else is there for a girl like you but to be sweet and pretty and give in?
Loosely based off of real life killer Charles Schmid, this book is horrifying. My heart was actually pounding heavier than normal while reading this. I've never read any of Oates work before this, but my god is she good at creating tension. Sweat producing tension.
The repetition used to create Arnold Friends menace actually gave me goosebumps, and Ellie, sat motionless and quiet in the car, is really, truly unsettling.
A story portraying the naivety and easy persuasion of the longing-to-be-free teenage mind, this story is haunting.
Vanità di Cappuccetto rosso Questo è uno dei più famosi racconti di Joyce Carol Oates ed è in effetti molto potente. Si parte come una sceneggiatura di Happy days con tre ragazzine che vanno di nascosto in un bar drive-in e occhieggiano i ragazzi più grandi, valutando quanto sono alla moda e di bell'aspetto: il trionfo della frivolezza dell'adolescenza. Poi si materializza il destino (?) che punisce la civetteria di una ragazza, che aveva soppesato con lo sguardo un tipo, il quale si era fatto delle idee. Nell'introduzione è scritto che il racconto riprende i sermoni medievali che invitavano le fanciulle alla modestia, illustrando le conseguenze di una condotta imprudente; in effetti, nel XX secolo, JC Oates ha scritto un racconto morale, riprendendo inquietanti dettagli da un caso di cronaca che aveva turbato gli USA. Singolare coincidenza, il racconto fu pubblicato nel 1966, lo stesso anno di A sangue freddo, di Truman Capote: stessa collocazione negli Stati Uniti centrali, desolati e spazzati dai venti. JC Oates è una scrittrice molto talentuosa, ma la sua vena nera toglie la voglia di uscire di casa; oppure, a seconda dei casi, fa venir voglia di fuggire nel vasto mondo, nell'anonimato. Mi viene voglia di aggiungere che le brave ragazze vanno in paradiso, ma quelle cattive vanno dappertutto, sia pure a loro rischio e pericolo.
This creeped me and freaked me out like no other story did for a long time.
I didn't expect this, it seems to be about a pedophilic (?) man, and a self-absorbed teenager who gets herself into trouble, with no way out. I didn't expect this story or how creepy it was, but that man is really terrifying and the way he threatens her is just bad.
It definitely made me feel terrified and uncomfortable.
i was just telling ren about this story and how much it stuck with me and then i woke up this morning with a burning urge to reread, so i did, and it still hits. jco is absolutely insane. i love the strangeness, love the setting, love the emotions, love the characters, LOVE all the little details. it becomes such a frightening, ethereal encounter with the devil (and adulthood, and maturity, and violence, and trauma) and tears apart the thin reality we build for ourselves where little things matter and we forget about real evil. anyways i'm not articulating myself well but this story is dope and always has been. the vibes are impeccable. i love a goat person. all the kudos to this story for many reasons, including sticking with me this long. i love a good, weird short story.
I have read this story many times and while I pick up on something new everytime, it still mystifies me. I actually listened to an audio performance of this story performed by Christine Baranski on the Symphony Space’s Selected Shorts American Classics. She did do an excellent job.
I understand why a story like this would be very important for us to read but reading it only made me feel very upset. I mean, Connie, the fifteen year old MC, in the end goes along with the "murderer" (though it isn't confirmed but my professor relayed his whole theory of the numbers painted on Friend's car symbolized the ages of both himself and his victims). What I didn't like was how Connie was portrayed as this 'wild' girl whose simple eye contact with Friend led to his growing interest to a level of stalking her and finding out the smallest detail about her family's schedule. Did Connie 'deserve' to have a mcfreaking possible serial killer on her trail JUST because she dared to share eye contact with the man? This short story only made me more apprehensive of men and more protective of teenage girls.
Based on a true story, a pied piper invites a young teen on a vehicular date. He spends time coaxing the young girl out of her home, promising love and bliss behind sinister eyes.
I knew of the true story before reading this tale. Both scare the hell out of me. Not for the faint of heart, this story serves a cautionary tale about placing trust on strangers, even if they wear tight leather jeans and woos like no other.
Saw this recommended on r/horrorlit and it did not disappoint. It’s just about perfect. I could nitpick if I wanted to (I didn’t always find the dialogue convincing, for example), but it accomplishes exactly what it sets out to do, and in so few pages, too. The building sense of dread is just immaculate.
I wish this had been my first JCO instead of Pursuit; not that I’m an expert in Oates’ work, but I’d say this is a great entry point for anyone wanting a taste of her writing.
Whilst this is very short it is also very effective. The tension Joyce instils is amazing and the growing unease stays with you at lot longer than it takes to read the story. The writing is brilliant and I cannot fault it! This is the first time I've read anything by Joyce Carol Oates and I will definitely be checking out her other works.
The story veers away from a tale of a young, albeit shallow (she's a 15/16 year old girl who is rather vain and judgmental... so your average 15-16 year old girl), woman living a life with her non-attentive father, overly critical mother, and non-existent but frumpy sister into the realm of magical realism and horror.
When everyone but Connie, our protagonist, goes off to a barbecue, a man named Arnold Friend appears at the home and Connie is taken from her whimsical, juvenile worldview to something that is more closely related to the darkness of adulthood. Friend is not joyous, nor are his promises of getting what he wants--a position he assumes which negates all of Connie's agency.
There is a lot of symbolic actions in the tale and metaphor and not much of explicit direction. Connie's shift is not sudden, it's a prolonged evolution brought on by external stressors, and the end result leaves someone less than whole. It is an interesting tale, even a cautionary tale for young women, that is worth a read to experience but I do not find it to be ground-breaking or revolutionary. Maybe it would be more poignant and meaningful to me were I woman.
I didn't know this was based off of a real story until reading other reviews. I actually didn't know anything about this short story at all, I just read it from a list of suggested short stories for Halloween this year.
It was not for me. The writing style was meh; it didn't engage me at all and left me confused at parts (particularly when she tries to get the phone?). That's okay because I wasn't prepared or in the mood for this specific subject matter anyways and might not have been able to finish even a short story of an author who connected well with me.
A terrifying yet important story. This will hit a little to close to home for girls and guys may not understand it. That's why it's important for everybody, but men especially, to read this story. It gives them an insight into the fear women live with and the horrible things people go through. Human trafficking and more specifically sex trafficking and sexual abuse and rape are all real problems.
I did not like this story because it made me so uncomfortable and fearful. However that's why it is important and necessary.
Well, of course I read this short story because it had initially been titled "Death and the Maiden". If you ask me, it's the typical English class assignment read, in that it offers so much material for literal analysis (which I immediately googled, to see if my own theories are shared by other readers). I loved it! Where are You Going, Where have you Been made me miss school and the careless days when I was still much like Ellie.
She felt her pounding heart. Her hand seemed to enclose it. She thought for the first time in her life that it was nothing that was hers, that belonged to her, but just a pounding, living thing inside this body that wasn’t really hers either.