I know, I know, it’s been a while.
You all know that there are certain stories that reach within us and grab hold and never let go. You know what those stories are, you tell about them to few people because you feel like you are sharing something of yours, something very precious and intimate. To me, “The Lottery” by Shirley Jackson is one of those.
I read it for the first time a while back and I remember with incredible clarity the feeling of dread, my own anxiety mounting as my mind was taken deeper into the bucolic scene. I felt like a stalked prey, sensing menace but unable to find evidence of it to sustain it. I remember this feeling. And I remember the odd and guilty feeling of relief at the violent climax.
I read it again today and was struck by the sudden grief of remembered trauma. This is a tale of the violence we condone as a society, of how wrong what we deem acceptable can be. This is a cautionary tale of sorts that should be remembered.
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See you soon!