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Then read more before you opine, please. King never wrote such an opening to a novel, ever:
“No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood so for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.”
Man, that's good. Shirley Jackson was a master, occult kookiness or not, vagina or not. (Pacificwhim, response to post, “Is Shirley Jackson a great American writer?,” Laura Miller, Salon, 14 July 2010)
Pacificwhim has it right
Pacificwhim has it right. Chocolate cookieness or not, Shirley Jackson WAS a master.
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Pacificwhim has it right
Pacificwhim has it right. Vagina or not, Shirley Jackson WAS a master. If she doesn't make Rushmore, please somebody spray-paint this tribute on her gravestone.
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