In the title story of her taut new fiction collection, _Night-Gaunts and Other Tales of Suspense_ , Joyce Carol Oates writes: _Life was not of the surface like the glossy skin of an apple, but deep inside the fruit where seeds are harbored._ There is no writer more capable of picking out those seeds
Anonymous Sins & Other Poemsby Joyce Carol Oates
โ Scribed by Review by: Ronald G. Brander
- Book ID
- 125253691
- Publisher
- Dept. of English, University of Notre Dame
- Year
- 1970
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 321 KB
- Volume
- 5
- Category
- Article
- ISSN
- 0029-4500
- DOI
- 10.2307/40066523
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