A Childish and Surely Baseless Fear of Being Buried Alive by Joyce Carol Oates

BOMB 31 Spring 1990

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Joyce Carol Oates, A Childish and Surely Baseless Fear of Being Buried Alive.

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You are on a sidewalk packed and fierce and fueled by desire greed ambition come on come on miracle.

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I say something about the time and he replies, “I cannot sleep in this lifeless room, I can’t, I can’t. I won’t. You can’t make me.”

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“When we really like a book, it’s often because its rhythm is similar to our own—to our heartbeat, our breathing, the way we walk. I think that’s what draws us to certain writers and not to others even though we know they are great.”

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BOMB 31, Spring 1990
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