Elles s'appellent Poupée, Lucrétia ou encore Kristine. Toutes semblent inoffensives. Derrière leurs visages angéliques, un mal sournois se tapit, attendant le moment propice pour se manifester : ce sont des tueuses. Joyce Carol Oates saisit au vol cette fulgurance meurtrière et observe tranquillement le venin agir et le sang se répandre.
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.
"And Man knows it! Knows, moreover, that the Woman that God gave him Must command but may not govern—shall enthral but not enslave him. And She knows, because She warns him, and Her instincts never fail, That the Female of Her Species is more deadly than the Male."
Thus the closing lines of Kipling's long poem to the victim-hood of men that gave Oates' collection of short stories its name. Reading the 19th century misogynist's lines still makes me smile somewhat though, as they are showing me how far we have got since the days he praised patriarchy, the British Empire and The White Man's Burden. I can accept his genius in its historical framework for what it is - bound in its time and place by an early indoctrination. Oates is different in two respects.
First of all, her participation in our contemporary world makes me less inclined to accept the premise that women are more deadly than men, as evidence speaks for itself. And second, her protagonists hardly even qualify as human. The monsters she shows, the nightmares she evokes, are so outrageously evil that they seem to be caricatures. But I cannot laugh. Why write a collection of nine stories showing that women are worse than men when it comes to murderous behaviour and sexual harassment? What is the point of the nausea I feel wading through the mud of Oates' imagination? There is no message besides: Humanity, and especially women, are EVIL!
Sensationalist stories exploiting the bizarre human need for voyeuristic participation in violent sexuality and crime, put into context by a Kipling quote? Nope. I'll stick to Kipling, I think. After all, his wish for male dominance always contained a witty humorous note, and a secret hint that he admired women despite all, if not as much as his cigars.
"And a woman is only a woman, but a good Cigar is a Smoke."
And this woman has decided that Oates' gun produces too much stinky smoke, apart from all the bodies.
the technique on display is a masterclass on how to write innovative, challenging prose; the book fully illustrates Oates' creativity and range. that said, despite my admiration for the writing, at their best these stories bored and annoyed me. at their worst... well, an A for effort but an F for everything else. per Oates, the "female of the species" is mainly predator, sometimes prey, always monstrous, never warranting empathy. this grimy collection of mystery-thrillers each had the same message delivered throughout its tales of death and woe; there are just so many times I can read that message before I start rolling my eyes at the monotony of it all. worst of the worst: "Madison at Guignol" where the author's hatred of privileged trophy wives has her torturing (eventually literally) her poor idiot of a protagonist with an embarrassing level of self-satisfied glee. yuck.
as Kaethe said back in 2014, "I think that Joyce Carol Oates does not like women."
Reading this book is like having a nightmare. No, actually it's like having nine separate nightmares.
That's not critisism, by the way. This was the only way I could think of to describe these short stories. It says right in the title that these are "tales of mystery and suspense", and believe me, when Joyce Carol Oates tells you you're going to read a book of suspensful mystery stories, she is not kidding around. Each story in this book focuses on a woman doing something horrible, violent, or just plain gruesome. I'd like to describe these activities a little more, but that would ruin most of the endings.
And each story is like a nightmare. You don't always know exactly what's going on, viewpoint and setting change abruptly, and at the end you surface from the story, gasping for breath, unable to remember exact details because you went through the story so fast because you had to know how it ended. The only thing that really sticks with you are bits of horrible imagery that your mind conjured up without your permission that are nearly impossible to forget. And you remember the pure suspense and terror that comes every time, no matter which story you're reading.
"Except for the rabbits in the cellar, nobody knows me here. In their ugly rusted old cages in the cellar where Mommy says we must not go. There is nothing in the cellar Mommy says. Stay out of that filthy place. But in the night through the walls I can hear the rabbits' cries. It starts as whimpering at first, like the cooing and fretting of pigeons, then it gets louder. If I put my pillow over my head, still I hear them. I am meant to hear them. My heart beats so hard that it hurts. In their cages the rabbits are pleading, Help us! Let us out! We don't want to die."
“For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.” (R.Kipling)
El título de esta colección de relatos publicado en 2006, es una referencia a un poema de Kipling, en el que hace una declaración de la fuerza femenina en un contexto biológico e histórico. Os animo a buscar el poema porque, y aunque fue escrito en la época del sufragio femenino de principios del s.XX, contiene un tono didáctico que puede crear ambigüedad. Es cierto que a primera vista puede ser un homenaje a la fuerza femenina pero al mismo tiempo hay un tono que refleja los prejuicios de género y las expectativas sociales, así utilizando símiles del mundo de la naturaleza en el que explora los aspectos de pura supervivencia, Kipling estaba estableciendo una comparación entre las diferencias percibidas entre hombres y mujeres y las dinámicas de poder que estos roles de género conllevan: él lo situaba en el brutal mundo de la naturaleza luchando por a supervivencia, la Oates usa la frase para situar a la mujer en un mundo en el que tiene que cumplir las expectativas sociales.
“Se queda mirando el espectro que, vestido de color beis ostra, aparece en el escaparate tintado de Prada; tiene un tipo parecido al suyo, ¿o se trata, en realidad, de una imagen fantasmagórica de la señora G? Se queda paralizada, con la cabeza inclinada hacia un lado, un brazo a medio levantar y una mirada borrosa, como perdida. Una fila inesperada de maniquíes vestidos con ropa elegante, de rostros pálidos como la luna, ojos ciegos plateados, labios entreabiertos y, sorprendentemente, sin pelo. Cuando, nerviosa y fumando el cigarrillo, la señora G echa a andar, el espectro también se mueve y, al darse cuenta de que es ella misma, se echa a reír. Todavía soy una mujer viva.”
Y esto es precisamente, creo, lo que de verdad le interesa realzar a la Oates al elegir una frase del poema de Kipling, no sé si irónicamente, pero todos y cada uno de los nueve relatos muestran como la supervivencia y la violencia pueden estar al mismo nivel que la inocencia y la necesidad de equilibro, así que de alguna forma la autora está reconsiderando y reconstruyendo esa definición de “sexo débil.” En estos relatos, quizás lo más oscuros y brutales de los que me he encontrado de la Oates, el mal llamado sexo débil no lo es y para ello nos muestra a sus diferentes personajes femeninos en diferentes situaciones, algunas muy brutales, en las que ellas usarán las uñas y garras para sobrevivir: la hembra no será ni suave ni pasiva cuando se enfrenta a la supervivencia. Como he comentado más arriba, me he encontrado aquí con algunos de los cuentos más turbadores y realistas de los que llevo leídos de esta autora, con una carga psicológica tan brutal que el lector al terminar cada uno de los relatos se verá enfrentado a sí mismo a la hora de cuestionar las etiquetas simplistas entre el bien y el mal.
Aunque no me voy a detener en cada uno de los nueve cuentos, sí que quiero destacar dos de ellos, que en mi opinión definen a la perfección los mundos oatianos, y especialmente su acercamiento a sus personajes que nos harán cuestionarnos este limite entre el bien y el mal:
- El cuento “Con la ayuda de Dios” es una exploración inquietante de una mujer que recibe una serie de llamadas anónimas encontrándose sola en casa. A partir de aquí, JCO y situándonos en el punto de vista de Lucrecia, nos mostrará la relación que lleva con su marido y el límite que se puede establecer entre coqueteo y amenaza. Quizás este relato incluya una de las escenas que más han podido impactarme en un texto de esta autora, una escena además que se ha ido repitiendo recurrentemente a lo largo de sus novelas aunque nunca me había parecido tan brutal y amenazante como en este caso: Lucrecia es interceptada por un agente de policia que incluso llega a esposarla en una especie de broma o de juego de poder mientras la amenaza con requisarle su bicicleta. Si tenemos en cuenta que Lucrecia en ese momento tenía catorce años y que tres años después acaba casada con este mismo policia, nos podemos hacer una idea del nivel de amenaza en el que a partir de ahí llegará a vivir Lucrecia. JCO profundiza como ninguna otra autora en los juegos de poder y vulnerabilidad y como esto se diluye entre deseo y amor. El anhelo de una jovencísima, casi niña Lucrecia, por atención y validación la hará obviar ciertas amenazas que aparecen confusamente diluidas bajo esa necesidad de “agradar”. Es un relato que además está continuamente evocando una sensación de peligro e inquietud. Quizás uno de los mejores de la Oates porque muestra como el deseo y la atracción pueden coexistir perfectamente con la manipulación, el control y la intimidación.
“Pitman se sentía orgulloso de la princesita rubia que tenía por esposa. Porque había engatusado a la niña mimada de un hombre rico, se había acostado con ella cuando todavía iba al instituto y ella se había casado con él nada más cumplir los dieciocho, haciendo caso omiso de papá. Pitman, se sentía orgulloso al ver que ella sentía adoración por él...”
Banshee es otro cuento magistral en el que JCO nos enfrenta al punto de vista de una niña de seis años que está lidiando con el segundo matrimonio de su madre y el nacimiento de un hermano. La dinámica familiar ha cambiado y la niña se encuentra procesando un conflicto de celos y abandono. Aquí tenemos a otro personaje que necesita validación y de alguna forma la Oates nos está enfrentando al hecho de que da igual la edad, puede ser tan frágil un niño de seís años como un adulto de setenta: “Señora, una banshee es un espíritu femenino infernal que brama como el viento y que por las noches aúlla en las casas donde alguien va a morir al cabo de poco.” Este es un relato además que personificará a la perfección el flujo de conciencia oatiano, porque la interpretación que hace del mundo esta niña, aunque sea el suyo propio y esté sesgado, no deja de ser la percepción de cómo un niño puede interpretar los cambios y los conflictos familiares, los adultos estarán tan ocupados en sus mundos adultos, que no la ven realmente como ella quiere que la ven, y ella aunque intenta comprender este mundo, estará limitada por su edad. Un relato sobre la fragilidad de contemplar el mundo desde los 6 años, y cómo en cualquier momento el equilibrio de su mundo se puede deshacer debido a las fluctuaciones de los adultos.
“Mamá decía que cuando una es madre se vuelve supersticiosa: ¿qué podría pasar? ¿Y si le ocurriera algo a…? Espeluznantes ideas, algo que no se puede imaginar, de forma que una comienza a obsesionarse con la idea de tener más de un hijo, como si se tratase de una especie de seguro ante cualquier tragedia; tal vez, no se trata más que de un instinto natural, pero es que son tan primarias nuestras reacciones.”
Además de estos dos relatos, la colección está compuesta de otros siete igual de buenos y clarificadores sobre los temas que siempre han obsesionado a la Oates, pero lo hacen desde una perspectiva sobre todo psicológica, todos los relatos giran en torno a la violencia, y a través de ellos la Oates está continuamente incidiendo en el hecho de que la amenaza no siempre tiene que venir de un asesino acechando en la sombra, sino que muchas veces la amenaza convive con su víctima en un entorno aparentemente seguro, su casa, su matrimonio, su maternidad… e insiste que la definición sexo débil es muy simplista, por eso está tan bien usada la referencia al poema de Kipling, porque al igual que en la naturaleza se da la relación depredador versus presa, JCO viene a dar un giro a este tópico cuando demuestra que la hembra cuando se ve acorralada y/o amenazada puede ser más letal que un depredador. Uno de sus temas recurrentes es el del límite entre cazador y presa y como tradicionalmente los hombres se han asociado a la depredación y la violencia, aquí en estos relatos todo se complica un poco más porque aunque el sexo más frágil ha sido subestimado, la Oates ya se encarga de mostrar que aunque su fuerza sea más invisible, su poder no responde tanto a la fuerza física sino en su necesidad de supervivencia. Una autora que siempre intenta huir de los estereotipos y en sus historias demuestra que hay que barrerlos a toda costa.
"¿Será acaso que solo existen aquellos a quienes vemos."
Creepy! For me, that's not so good. I'll be honest; this is the first JCO I've read. I grew up in New Jersey and my mom used to tell me about seeing JCO at the public library being a real pill. So I haven't been drawn to her work, and this try didn't warm me to her.
So Help Me God - ★★★★ A young woman married to an abusive and devilish man might be pushed to react.
The Banshee - ★★★★★ A suspenseful tale of a young girl of six attempts to garner the attention of her wealthy socialite parents.
Doll: A Romance of the Mississippi - ★★★★★ Doll, along with her father, travel through seedy towns along the Mississippi leaving a bloody trail in their wake.
Madison at Guignol - ★★★★ A wealthy, vain New York City socialite craves the approval of her peers, to the point where she'll venture further than any of them are willing to go.
The Haunting - ★★★ Two young siblings of 6 and 9 attempt to move on past their daddy's (perhaps sinister) death.
Hunger - ★★★ A mysterious and attractive man wanders into a small port town; Kristine befriends him and finds out first hand how dark his secrets really are.
Tell Me You Forgive Me? - ★★ Elsie writes to her daughter and wishes to divulge a dirty secret she's been hiding for decades.
Angel of Wrath - ★★★ A troubled woman with child has a simpleton stalker who she bends and uses in her favor.
Angel of Mercy - ★★★ A young nurse working in a depressing branch of the hospital attempts to bestow mercy upon the inhabitants.
-29- الحمد لله رب كل شيء، {إِنَّ اللَّهَ لَا يَظْلِمُ النَّاسَ شَيْئًا وَلَكِنَّ النَّاسَ أَنْفُسَهُمْ يَظْلِمُونَ}، تمر أيامي سريعة خاطفة، أشبه بطلقات طائشة، روى البخاري من حديث رسول الله صلى الله عليه وسلم أن من علامات الساعة تقارب الزمان، أي سرعتها وتعاقب أيامها حتى كأنها ساعات معدودة، اللهم رحماك بسنين عمري، "قال مورق العجلي: أمرٌ أنا في طلبه منذ عشر سنين ولستُ بتارك طلبه. قيل: ما هو يا أبا المعتمر؟ قال: الصمتُ عما لا يعنيني".. بدأت هذه الأسابيع المنصرمة في قراءة مجموعة مميزة اشتريتها من معرض الكتاب من فرع الهيئة العامة للكتاب، مجموعة قصصية صدرت في طبعة خاصة من مشروع مكتبة الأسرة سنة 2008، اشتريتها بثلاثة جنيهات ونصف بعد التخفيض، وهي من سلسلة الأعمال المترجمة ذات القطع الصغير التي تصدرها الهيئة، وبها ترجمات جيدة للغاية لكبار الأدباء العالميين، وهي ترجمات جيدة متقنة، وإن كان يعيب عليها هذا النوع من حجم الورق غير المريح في القراءة والإمساك بالكتاب، المجموعة للكاتبة "جويس كارل أوتس" المتخصصة في أدب الإثارة والتشويق وعالم الجريمة بعنوان "الأنثى كنوع، أسرار مشوقة".. وهي مجموعة قصص من العيار الثقيل، كل قصة نسيج فريد في ذاته، يحمل انطباعات ذاتية وفلسفة داخلية للكاتبة على لسان أبطال قصصها، عندما رأيت صورة الكاتبة على صفحات الإنترنت، وهو أشبه بوجه البومة التي لم تؤت مسحة من الجمال، مع قراءة سيرتها الأكاديمية، أيقنت أن الكاتبة من الأصوات الأدبية الرائدة في عالم الأدب الأمريكي الرحيب في العصر الحديث، خاصةً وأن أغلب قصص تلك المجموعة حازت عدة جوائز وتم الاحتفاء بها، وأوتس لا تكتب قصص بوليسية من نوعية المغامرات خيالية الطابع، بل هي قصص أشبه بالواقع الأمريكي المعاش، مع حبكة رائقة تحسها طوال قراءتك للقصة رغم طول صفحاتها وقلة أحداثها الدارمية، فكل قصة يمكن أن تكون فيلمًا سينمائيًا ذا أحداث ووقائع داخلية تستند على الهيكل العام الذي وضعته "أوتس" من وصف بارع لأبطال القصة، وإسهاب في فهم دوافع الشخصية، مع حوارات داخلية تتسم بالعمق الانفعالي أو تسبر غور الطبيعة النفسية لمجرمي قصصها، المجموعة لم تأخذ حقها في عالم الترجمة - ترجمة كل من د. أمنية عامر، ود. محمد عبدالسلام حسن - رغم سلاسة الترجمة وحسن وصولها للمعنى الذي وضعته الكاتبة، أول قصة بعنوان "الأشباح" كانت فاتحة سيئة خادعة لحجم جودة القصص، وهي من نوعيات المنولوجات الداخلية التي سرعان ما سيتخطاها القارئ للقصة الثانية بعنوان "الناعقة".. ورغم بساطة أحداثها، إلا أن روي الأحداث على لسان الطفلة بطلة القصة يجعلك مستغرقًا تمامًا مع ذلك الجو النفسي التشويقي الذي وضعته الكاتبة في أغلب قصصها، بعدها تأتي قصة "فليساعدني الرب" وهي في رأيي أجمل قصص المجموعة وأشدها وصفًا للحياة الأمريكية المعاصرة لبيان مدى قوة المرأة في تحدي واقعها المأزوم الذي حصرت نفسها فيه، كل قصص المجموعة أبطالها نساء في المجمل، وتحصرهن الظروف للدخول في عالم الجريمة بشكل غير متوقع، وهذا هو السبب في تسمية المجموعة "الأنثى كنوع".. أعتقد أن هذا هو السبب في أن "أوتس" ستحتل مكانًا بارزًا في صدر الكتاب الأمريكيين المعاصرين المتخصصين في القصص التشويقية عالية الجودة، شيء فاخر مبذول فيه فكر وجهد وتعب أثناء الكتابة، وهذا ما سيتضح في قصة "دولّ رومانسية المسيسيبي" عن طفلة بغي يستغلها والدها في الدعارة وتجد متعتها في قتل مستأجريها وأخذ تذكارات من جثثهن، أو قصة "مهرجة في شارع ماديسون" عن أزمة المرأة البرجوازية في خريف عمرها، "أوتس" بارعة للغاية في وصف طبقات النساء بدركاتهن الاجتماعية، مع وضع حوارات لائقة لكل شخصية تليق بوضعها الاجتماعي، حتى من خلال الألفاظ الإباحية أو وصف العلاقات الجنسية، وهذا ما تلمحه بقسوة في قصة "جوع" عن مرأة متزوجة يقتحم حياتها شاذ صائد للنساء يعيش على استغلالهن فتضطر لقتله للخلاص منه، أو في قصة "قولي أنك قد صفحت عني" التي تدور تقريبًا حول هذا الموضوع ذاته مع حوارات داخلية أكثر توهجًا، أوتس بارعة عامةً في الحوار على لسان أبطالها، ومشاهد "الفلاش باك" التي تعطي بها إضاءات سريعة عن دافع الجريمة عند بطلة قصتها، أي أنها تبني قصتها حسب طريقة معينة في الكتابة تعبر عن حسها الأكاديمي المتميز، أما "ملاك الحنق"، و"ملاك الرحمة"، فقصتان بديعتان للغاية في نهاية المجموعة أحسنت اختيار عنوانهما وترتيبهما في المجموعة، ملاك الحنق عن غول قبيح دميم الخلقة يتعلق بامرأة مطلقة في منتصف العمر تحاول أن تهرب من تلصصه عليها في البداية ثم تجد أنه من الأفضل استغلال قوته وبلاهته في الخلاص من مطاردة طليقها له عن طريق قتله، ملاك الرحمة عن ممرضة في مستشفى اعتادت قتل مرضاها الذين ترعاهم والميئوس من شفائهم إلى أن تقرر الانتحار بنفس الطريقة التي تقتلهم بها وتعاد قصتها في نفس المشفى على يد ممرضة شابة أخرى لها نفس الدوافع والأسباب وبنفس الأفكار كما لو أنه استنساخ زماني مكاني، المجموعة أرضتني بشكل عام في القراءة، رغم طول صفحاتها، فقد تصل القصة الواحدة منها إلى أكثر من أربعين صفحة، وهو ما يعني زخم في التفاصيل والحوارات والمنولوجات الداخلية لا في الأحداث، وستجدونها موجودة في فروع الهيئة طيلة السنوات القادمة لأن أغلب الناس غافلون عنها، قال البارودي في بيت بديع "ومن أشرَكَ النَّاسَ فى أمرِهِ، دَعَتهُ الضَّرورَة ُ أن يُخدعا".. إني لأرجو أن أغوص في قوقعتي فلا أنتبه إلا لكتبي، فقد يأستُ من الناس، وأخاف أن يدركوني فأغرق، قال أحدهم "تموت مع اليأس كل الأماني، وتزهر بالفألِ كل الدروب".. وما صارت لدي أمنيات، إنما أرجو من الله أن يرأف بي وبحالي، قال علي الحبشان "وجميلةٍ تسبي العيون بحُسنِها، جاءتْ لتكمل ما بقا من ديني. فتركتُها والقلبُ يصبو نحوها، والشكُ ينحتُ رغبتي ويقيني".. أيامي المنصرمات ما بالها تبكي وقد ولت؟!.. قال شوقي ويا لعجيب ما قال: " إن سبعين تقضت، لم تكن غير ثواني، هي كاللحظة إن قيـست إلى عمر الزمان".. غداً آتيك هبْ لي فيك ركنًا، بدأتُ بعدها مباشرة في قراءة قصة اخترتها لقصر عدد صفحاتها، وهي عدد قديم من روايات الهلال المترجمة، رواية لكاتبة فرنسية تميزت بحبكة قصصها التشويقية أيضًا حسب ما قرأته في ترجمتها، وبالتجديد في مفرداتها اللغوية، وصورها الوصفية في وقتها وهي "أميلي نوتومب".. أديبة فرنسية كانت ظاهرة أدبية منذ عشر سنوات وأكثر، وقصتها التي قرأتها بعنوان "اغتيال" عن قصة حب فلسفي تقع بين دميم وممثلة جميلة تنتهي بعدم تخلي الدميم عن سراب وهم حبه الخادع، وقتله إياها حتى لا يفقدها، الترجمة من أسوأ ما قرأت من ترجمات سيئة، قرأت العديد والعديد من الترجمات السيئة لذا فأنا خبير بها، والترجمة لمحمود قاسم، ولو أراد أن يغفل كل ما في القصة من جمال وتعبيرات وصور أدبية لما فعل أكثر مما فعل، سبحان الله، ولا أعرف هل للكاتبة ترجمات جيدة باللغة العربية لقصصها أم لا، وقد انتهيتُ منها سريعًا لحسن الحظ وهذه هي ميزتها الوحيدة، "إذا وجدتُ أوار الحُب في كبدي، عمِدت نحو سِقاء الماء أبتردُ، هبني بردت ببرد الماء ظاهرهُ، فمن لنارٍ على الأحشاء تتقِدُ ؟"، ليتني فعلت ما تبغي نفسي ولا أُلام، "ما أنتي يا دنيا وما أبقيت للأحلام مني، تطوين بالإغراء أيامي وأطويها تمنّي".. { وَاللَّهُ يَخْتَصُّ بِرَحْمَتِهِ مَنْ يَشَاءُ وَاللَّهُ ذُو الْفَضْلِ الْعَظِيمِ}.. روى ابن أبي الدنيا في كتابه "محاسبة النفس": "لنفسي أبكي لست أبكي لغيرها، لنفسي في نفسي عن الناس شاغل"...
Great read! Joyce Carol Oates does excellent suspense/mystery/thriller short stories. Not that they feel like genre stories; they are very clearly their own. I read two others of her books before this and I like this one the best so far.
This was the second book of Joyce Carol Oates I read (the first one being Foxfire: Confessions of a Girl Gang) (it's brilliant and very much underhyped) (read it) (*shia leboeuf voice* just do it) and I wasn't disappointed. The Female of the Species is a collection of short stories about women being pushed to evil. Just like in Foxfire, I'm amazed by Oates being able to give each narrator such a distinctive voice. The women in these stories are at once beautiful, ugly, innocent, murderous, and plenty of other similar oxymorons. But one thing they are not: harmless. If you like your women deadly, this book is for ya. ✌️ I didn't love all the stories ("Doll: A Romance of the Mississippi" left me rather perplexed and some like "Hunger" bored me a bit, hence my 3.5/5 rating) but overall this was a rather good short story collection, if only for Oates' writing, the surprising endings and of course the fascinating subject matter. My favorite stories include "So Help Me God," "Madison at Guignol" (a true horror story to say the least!) and "Angel of Mercy." Some writers don't do short stories well—I'm happy to say that Joyce Carol Oates isn't one of them and I'm looking forward to reading some of her other collections. If you have some suggestions, I'm all ears! If you like Margaret Atwood and/or Gillian Flynn, you might enjoy this book. ☺️
#LibromenteReviews : The Female Of The Species by #JoyceCarolOates
It’s been a long time since I wanted to read something from this author, but my interest peeked when Carlos Ruiz Zafón (one of my favorite writers) mentioned her as one of his favorites. Maybe my expectations were too high or maybe I didn’t choose the best place to start. To be honest, most of the stories featured in #TheFemaleOfTheSpecies were OK and didn’t blow me out of the water. What I must say though is that Joyce Carol Oates manages to deliver in a short amount of pages extremely believable, realistic and well-crafted multidimensional characters. That’s the main reason I’ll give her another shot in the future.
Since they are short stories (most of them of about 30 pages or so) telling you guys what they are about will give too much away. But you can find my ratings for each individual stories below:
So Help Me God 3.25🌟 The Banshee 2🌟 Doll: A Romance of The Mississippi 4🌟 Madison at Guignol 3🌟 The Haunting 5🌟 Hunger 4🌟 Angel Of Wrath 4🌟 Angel Of Mercy 3.5🌟
Rating: 3 . . . . Hace mucho tiempo que quiero leer a esta autora, mi interés por su trabajo se incrementó cuando Zafón la mencionó como una de sus escritoras favoritas. Tal vez mis expectativas estaban muy altas o tal vez no elegí el mejor lugar por donde comenzar con su obra. Para ser sincera, la mayoría de las historias compiladas en #LaHembraDeNuestraEspecie estuvieron bien pero nada que me volara la cabeza. Lo que si quisiera resaltar es la capacidad de la autora para escribir tan creíbles, realistas, multidimensionales y bien construidos personajes en el transcurso de tan pocas páginas. Y esta es la razón por la que planeo darle otra oportunidad a la autora en un futuro.
Como son historias cortas (la mayoría de alrededor de 30 páginas) contarles un poco de que tratan sería contarles demasiado. Mi rating para cada historia puede ser encontrado más abajo
Rating: 3 Marusitas
So Help Me God 3.25🌟 The Banshee 2🌟 Doll: A Romance of The Mississippi 4🌟 Madison at Guignol 3🌟 The Haunting 5🌟 Hunger 4🌟 Angel Of Wrath 4🌟 Angel Of Mercy 3.5🌟
Another nightmarish collection of stories from Oates. I've come to believe that JCO is one of the best writers out there. I have enjoyed both her novels and her story collections and she has yet to disappoint me. This collection of previously printed stories that came from such publications as Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine, The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction, and Alfred Hitchcock Mystery Magazine were as the title implies, stories about females ranging from a six-year old to wives, mothers, and career nurses. All of these were sometimes rather ghoulish but once started could not be put down.
In “The Banshee,” a six-year-old drags her baby brother onto a rooftop to get daddy’s attention, with dire results. A razor-wielding miss who can pass for 11 is rented to pedophiles by her (step)daddy in “Doll: A Romance of the Mississippi.” Ugly cellar traumas await youngsters at the hands of their mommas in “The Haunting” and “Tell Me You Forgive Me.” In a turnabout, the young mom in “Angel of Wrath” coaxes her stalker to murder. Then there are the wives: lonely and lusting on the Cape in “Hunger,” rich and bored and window-shopping in Madison Avenue boutiques with sinister back rooms in “Madison at Guignol” and posing as the ultimate Daddy’s Girl in “So Help Me God.” What about the poor working lass? Two summa cum laude graduates of Mount Saint Joseph’s Nursing School, class of ’54 and class of ’99, invade the hospital wards in “Angel of Mercy.”
Overall, a page-turning collection of rather macabre tales that left me wanting to read more of Oates.
This collection of short storis examines the capacity of women to do evil. Bringing us into the depths of horror, Oates's protagonists range in age, interest, and situation. We meet a six-year-old girl, a young nurse, a middle-aged fashionista, and an elderly woman dying in a nursing home, among others. What unites all of these women across their stories are the desperate personal circumstances in which they find themselves, and the realization that the only path out is a dark and disturbing one. As with much of Oates's work, this collection addresses the exploitation and marginalization of women in American society, yet it does so through horror and suspense. This is a deliciously suspenseful collection, excellent reading for a spooky October night.
I was first interested in reading this book because most of the narrators were female, so it would be easy for me to relate to them. Many of the stories were filled with mystery and suspense just as the title suggested, but at the same time realistic which made it even the more scarier. The stories also had a lot of variety in them; the narrators' ages and the settings were different.
Diamanda Galas once released an album called Wild Women With Steak Knives and I wish that was the title of this excellent comp of short fiction, because the women in every story are depraved, manic and unrepentantly toxic to the max. This is the book where femmes fatales of all ages get away with it, tales of murder, deception, depravity, black widows who trap their stalkers, adulterers, Arnold Friends, etc. They are nurses, school teachers, prostitutes who fake being jailbait, overachieving mothers, underachieving mothers, attention-hungry little girls and a story about a demented uptown Manhattan bitch on her last heels that you'll never forget. This is the sharpest rusty nail driven into the coffin of the rotting, dying carcass of white male fascism.
Every single one of these stories was memorable and worth recommending. the only reason i do not award a 5 star rating is because one of the longest stories did drag in a way that just wasn’t for me. However, all the rest was absolutely incredible. Each story had the distinct nightmare feeling that left me gasping out loud like a cartoon character. What I found particularly interesting about each female protagonist in this collection, was that they weren’t all “victims” not in the sense you would expect with the first story. Oates organizes the stories in a way that keeps them unpredictable. Touching on the uncomfortable truths of womanhood in a way that is both disturbing and relatable.
I'm a huge admirer of Oates' short work, and The Female of the Species further reinforced that view. Five out of the nine stories here are extraordinarily good: 'So Help Me God'; 'Doll: A Romance of the Mississippi'; 'Madison at Guignol'; 'Hunger' (a novella); and 'Angel of Wrath'. Found one story, 'Tell You Forgive Me' a little bland in what is otherwise an innovative and suspenseful collection.
Suspenseful stories told from the female perspective. Some will keep you on the edge of your seat! If you look at this book as a social construction, it’s a painful exploration of the abuse of women at the hands of men. They prevail but have to go through hell to get to the other side.
I often judge a thriller or tale of suspense by how many times I miss my stop on the subway while ensnared in the serpentine twists and hairpin turns of the plot. In the case of Joyce Carol Oates’ collection, The Female of the Species, that meant more than a bit of backtracking. One night after work, oblivious to the crush of commuters, while rereading the longest and most complex tale, “Tell Me You Forgive Me,” I came to my senses four stops after my station.
The sensuality of her writing and her descriptive powers mesmerize: “As the men’s eyes move over here young eager body in the white swimsuit, taking in her snub-nosed profile, the graceful fall of her pony tail partway down her back, Elsie is laughing self-consciously, her heart swelling with happiness, and the excitement of the moment as the dice are released from her hand to tumble, roll…”
This is a complex tale that alternatively touches upon race relations of the past and a black man wrongly convicted of a murder, how women were supposed to remain virgins until marriage, which accounts for the friction between mother and daughter that has eroded their relationship; “a mother’s power is to withhold her love,” and the aftershocks of war on the father. The action moves forward and backwards over 40 years.
“Madison at Guignol” reads like a different take on American Psycho. It’s about a rich woman and her shopping sprees at exorbitant shops and boutiques in New York. The brand-name dropping seems right. Ditto for the details about maids and facials, the corporate husband’s business trips, and dining in fancy restaurants where the waiters toady for tips to her face and spit in her soup behind her back. But somehow the woman at the story’s core remains no more than a mannequin animated only by her neuroses.
It all builds up to a powerful Grand Guignol finale worthy of a high priestess of horror, like Poppy Z Brite or Caitlin Kiernan, but the taste of sour grapes turned me off, and how it turned into a mean-spirited morality tale – quite unlike how she brings a measure of sympathy to the strange stalker in “Gilead” and even the adulteress at the forefront of “Hunger” (which harkens back to that grand tradition of The Postman Always Rings Twice in which crime and adultery copulate). The carnal instincts and details in the latter story, amplified by all the feral cats on the beach, are particularly potent.
But in terms of perversity, “Doll: A Romance of the Mississippi,” is way out in front. It’s about a young woman who poses as an 11-year-old prostitute, while travelling around the south with her stepfather-cum-pimp to visit customers in their motel rooms. And those are the pleasant parts of the story.
The work that moved me the most, though, is “The Haunting.” It certainly lives up to its title. A female blues singer, whose husband has died under mysterious circumstances, escapes to another town with her two young children in tow. Oates has a talent for depicting the squabbles of the brother and sister and how they wrestle with their father’s death, but lie to the cops for the sake of their mother.
Most chilling of all is the basement of the house, filled with empty rabbit cages, tufts of their fur, pellets of their excrement. The sufferings of the rabbits, especially in the little girls’ nightmare, are far too fully realized to be written off as merely a symbol of innocence maimed and slaughtered. The ending drives that point home with a railway spike.
All in all, this collection proves that the best horror and mystery writing breaks free from the strictures of genre to traverse those taboo territories where many others authors would fear to go near. And yes, it may just prove the validity of Kipling’s claim: “The female of the species is deadlier than the male.”
I prefer Joyce Carol Oates when she pens short fiction, and in the case of THE FEMALE OF THE SPECIES, a collection of nine riveting suspense and mystery stories, Oates knows how to keep her readers in a trance, literally flying through pages to see what happens next.
This particular collection of stories is well-structured and unputdownable that I had difficulty tearing myself away from the beautifully and haunting narratives. In the first outing, "So Help me God," my favorite story in the book, a young woman receives a mysterious phone call by someone who only breathes back to her when questioned. Wonderful characterizations. Pitman, the young woman's fiancé, is especially riveting to watch. Good plotting.
"Madison Guignol" is not only horrific but a dark, mesmerizing story. Readers will not look at storefront mannequins the same way again. Sheer horror. All Oates.
Some readers may find Oates blatantly gruesome with this collection of good stories. And some may argue that Oates should be read in small doses.
Regardless, no will argue that the writing IN THE FEMALE OF THE SPECIES is sharp, fierce and evocatively stunning. A tragic, haunting collection by one of the best writers of our time. A must read.
My theory about collections of short stories is that the authors that write them are sick - that sometimes they have characters or stories stuck in their heads and that writing short stories is how they exercise them - like demons. I mean that it the most admiring way. The Female of the Species by Joyce Carol Oates proves my theory. A collection of short stories - each a disturbing tale of dysfunction, anger, violence, desperation or sadness. I loved it. Stories of women pushed to extreme behaviors, some by others, some by themselves. Every tale kept me on the edge of my seat, knuckles white on the corners of the book. As each story wound down I told myself I was done for the evening - only to glance at the next page and be sucked in by the first sentence to the next tale. I read 2/3 of the book the first night, staying awake until 2am. I would highly recommend it :)
I picked this book up a few years back after seeing a quickie review in Rue Morgue magazine. I finally got around to reading them last week. A fine set of (mostly) noir stories told from the female perspective. I thought they were all compelling. Favorites were: "So Help Me God" - a woman takes creepy phone calls while her husband is out on night-shift patrol, "Doll - A Romance of the Mississippi" - a child-like prostitute meets clients armed with a hidden razor, "Tell Me You Forgive Me?" - Betrayal, murder and a pair of dice, and "Madison at Guignol" - the ultimate pursuit of that last accessory behind those locked doors. Good stuff.
Are women victims or monsters? Are they to be wooed or crushed? Can anyone ever understand what’s going on in their minds?
Ms. Oates's stories reveal women who are laws unto themselves, at once beautiful, fascinating, mysterious and dangerous in their unpredictability. Edgy, disturbing and nerve-wracking, this collection of suspense tales cannot be put down in mid-read. They call, sirenlike, to be finished even as we fear the ending. They are rough edged and harsh to the point where we want to cover our eyes and muffle our ears so as not to hear these characters talk to us, in frank terms, of the horrors that lie at the heart of their lives.
This was good, but not her best work. A collection of short stories, with females as their protagonists. "Doll: A romance of the Mississippi" was rather creepy, but other than that, the rest of the them were just median. I don't think there are any JCO stories that are bad, per se, but these weren't as gripping as other short story collections of hers.
While many of the stories in this collection were indeed unsettling, I found the examinations of the capacity for evil interesting. I think JCO is a master storyteller with an insight into human nature that is both keen and non-judgemental. Whether pushed or coerced, there is truly no telling what one may be capable of doing.