She believed that her books would speak for her clearly enough over the years." Hyman insisted the darker aspects of Jackson's works were not, as some critics claimed, the product of "personal, even neurotic, fantasies", but that Jackson intended, as "a sensitive and faithful anatomy of our times, fitting symbols for our distressing world of the concentration camp and the Bomb", to mirror humanity's Cold War-era fears. Jackson's husband, the literary critic Stanley Edgar Hyman, wrote in his preface to a posthumous anthology of her work that "she consistently refused to be interviewed, to explain or promote her work in any fashion, or to take public stands and be the pundit of the Sunday supplements. In her critical biography of Shirley Jackson, Lenemaja Friedman notes that when Shirley Jackson's story "The Lottery" was published in the June 28, 1948, issue of The New Yorker, it received a response that "no New Yorker story had ever received." Hundreds of letters poured in that were characterized by, as Jackson put it, "bewilderment, speculation and old-fashioned abuse." She is best known for her dystopian short story, "The Lottery" (1948), which suggests there is a deeply unsettling underside to bucolic, smalltown America. She has influenced such writers as Stephen King, Nigel Kneale, and Richard Matheson. A popular writer in her time, her work has received increasing attention from literary critics in recent years. but that’s a discussion for another day.Shirley Jackson was an influential American author. she also hates whole articles written in lower caps. – she hates it when i romanticise a regular day in a blogpost. she cleaned her room for the first time in well over three weeks. she came home with takeout chinese boxes and watched a sappy christmas movie. she bought herself a new pair of pajamas. traffic was crazy as usual, so she spent her car time facetiming not one but two friends. she bought photo frames and potted plants. she bought presents for people she loves. she finished her seventh book this month. she woke up a whole minute before she intended to. it’s like watching your favourite movie but someone changed the subtitles language. she looks just the same but so much has changed. but her last entry was on the 12th of october. she loves facetiming with people she loves, but work’s been crazy and she has barely found time to clock eight hours of sleep in the last few months. but she lost the two she had recently adopted to food poisoning, so must steer clear of that. shopping, she loves! but the last thing she bought was korean instant ramen off the marketplace on amazon. so maybe i could ask her out to an afternoon of books and chai in her balcony? but she hasn’t gotten past the first three pages of the last Murakami book she picked. but she changed her phone a year ago and hasn’t logged into her account ever since. her pinterest is flooded with home decor pins. but every time netflix suggested one, she picked Friends. i knew she likes sappy holiday movies that made absolutely no sense whatsoever. but ugh the holiday rush is such a turn off. I knew she likes spending time at the mall. but then she wakes up one morning feeling the opposite and i am thrown off my game. I’ve always held pride in knowing exactly what she likes.
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