The Lottery and Other Stories (Penguin Modern Classics)

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dating a ventriloquist who makes his dummy talk to me is the worst fate i can imagine, so needless to say this story scared the living daylights out of me. I am not persuaded any of these qualify as horror. Good enough stories, readable, lukewarm writing, not much more. !!!BEWARE of SPOILERS AHEAD!!!!

The title story is evergreen of course but it is newly chilling in the context of the pandemic—how many people have now been revealed as willing to engage in a little human sacrifice when it suits them? gThe |tintoxicated -- |gThe |tdaemon lover -- |tLike mother used to make -- |tTrial by combat -- |gThe |tvillager -- |tMy life with R.H. Macy -- |gThe |twitch -- |gThe |trenegade -- |tAfter you, my dear Alphonse -- |tCharles -- |tAfternoon in linen -- |tFlower garden -- |tDorothy and my grandmother and the sailors -- |tColloquy -- |tElizabeth -- |gA |tfine old firm -- |gThe |tdummy -- |tSeven types of ambiguity -- |tCome dance with me in Ireland -- |tOf course -- |tPillar of salt -- |tMen with their big shoes -- |gThe |ttooth -- |tGot a letter from Jimmy -- |gThe |tlottery -- |tEpilogue.A woman who waits for the man who has promised to marry her, and when he does not show up, she tries to trace him - totally not scary! Grace Paley once described the male-female writer phenomenon to me by saying,’Women have always done men the favor of reading their work, but the men have not returned the favor.’” This is for completionists only. It is a mess of a little novel, though it certainly shows the skill Shirley would develop in just a few short years. In 1948, though, her short stories were where it was at. Hangsaman (1951)—borrow. As the story builds up to its climax, we see the town citizens discussing the tradition of The Lottery. We are told that other towns nearby have started to ban the practice, that there has even been talk of banning it in this town. But everyone brushes this off with distaste - how can you ban something that has been going on for so long? How will people cope without this routine that they've come to rely on? I found this story fascinating. Both simple and clever and, ultimately, very effective.

But it is in The Daemon Lover that this mysterious male, a representation of the female animus perhaps, is taken to its logical extreme. A woman on the search for her lover who has stood her up on her wedding morning, runs him to earth in an apartment where he is apparently holed up. However, all her efforts to smoke him out are vain. i regret to inform you the rumors are true: i did spill an entire cup of water on my nightstand while trying to shut off my alarm this morning, wreaking havoc on my floor, the corner of my mattress, the edge of my laptop, and, most significantly and unfortunately, this book. Tessie Hutchinson was in the center of a cleared space by now, and she held her hands out desperately as the villagers moved in on her. "It isn't fair," she said. A stone hit her on the side of the head. Old Man Warner was saying, "Come on, come on, everyone." Steve Adams was in the front of the crowd of villagers, with Mrs. Graves beside him.

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there is something so SCARY about this story...i am rattled. count me rattled. i need a hug and a kiss on the forehead and also to give the main character of this a hug and a kiss on the forehead. The Villager”: Hilda Clarence pretends she is someone else while she is at someone else’s apartment, not revealing to other visitors (who saw the same ad for the apartment and its furniture) that she is not the owner. really it's still day 11, but i skipped two days earlier and was in the mood to keep reading and...i don't have to justify myself to you, person i'm imagining reading this! Some tales were all about the unspoken silence that surrounded mental illness and the insane pressure to keep a lid on it and remain "normal". Things like this may not be completely horror as the genre but the tension was definitely all horror. The Lottery is one of my favorite short stories. I read it when I was an impressionable girl in grammar school, and it froze my soul. I have read it many times since then, and it never fails to chill me again.