Wow… this story was really something. I had to read it
twice, trying to understand how Oates made it so cinematic. I noticed that she
revealed major parts of the plot slowly, and subtly, so much that I doubted if
I was understanding things properly. As a reader, I doubted my eyes as much as
Connie. One example of this is how the supernatural is mixed with the everyday.
Personal, lighthearted details were mixed with the ‘action’ of the story. For
instance, the parents' barbeque and Arnold Friend’s obsessive stalking
capability.
Oates had a tendency to make things dreamy, so my
expectations as a reader are lulled a bit, making me less anxious. Putting your reader on edge
constantly is probably a poor tactic since they will always be expecting the
twist.
Suspense was also built up by the changing pace of the
story. Oates used metaphors a lot to set the scene, making this story a highly
visual one. The dialogue speeded things up and kept up a shifting power dynamic
that kept me alert and interested. When this conversation stopped, and it was
just Arnold controlling her, we knew Connie was in defeat. The narrative also
shifted to that of a philosophical one, especially in the last line. It was detached
from the drastic situation at hand, as if Connie was losing conscientiousness.
Due to the foreshadowing at the beginning of the story, I was definitely expecting a boy to appear at the end. However, this was subverted
uniquely as instead two men showed up and more details started to unfold. A lot
of these details appealed to the senses, which helped create the dreamy state
as mentioned but also keep us as readers guessing.
All in all, this story really played on, so much that I
had a headache. When you hear about ‘horror stories’ you think they can’t be as
scary as the movies since you can’t see, but that can actually work to your
advantage as a writer since out imgagination is so strong.
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