Little Bird of Heaven: A NovelLittle Bird of Heaven by Joyce Carol Oates is a riveting story of love violently lost and found in late 20th century America. In this novel, Oates returns to the Buffalo, New York, region to brilliantly explore the dangerous intersections of romance and eroticism, guilt and obsession, desire and murder. Little Bird of Heaven, a soaring work by the New York Times bestselling author and a nominee for the 2009 Man Booker Prize—one of the world’s most prestigious literary awards—is as powerful and unforgettable as Joyce Carol Oates’s previous acclaimed novels The Gravedigger’s Daughter and We Were the Mulvaneys. |
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... hear him mutter to himself God damn I will not. For if he had, he would approach too closely the place of his shame. The place of his expulsion. The place of his hurt and of his rage that was at times a murderous rage, and it was too ...
... hear him mutter to himself God damn I will not. For if he had, he would approach too closely the place of his shame. The place of his expulsion. The place of his hurt and of his rage that was at times a murderous rage, and it was too ...
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... hear such words in my daughter's mouth.” Fuck, Mom. Such words are allI have. My heartbeat in resentment that in my mother's eyes I was still a child when I was certain I had not been a child in a long time. “How badly was he drinking ...
... hear such words in my daughter's mouth.” Fuck, Mom. Such words are allI have. My heartbeat in resentment that in my mother's eyes I was still a child when I was certain I had not been a child in a long time. “How badly was he drinking ...
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... , like all the Bauers, disapproved of displays of weakness in herself, as in others. Yet her coppery eyes were fierce, she was trying to hug me in an iron grip, pin my arms against my sides. You hear of 12 % JOYCE CAROL OATES.
... , like all the Bauers, disapproved of displays of weakness in herself, as in others. Yet her coppery eyes were fierce, she was trying to hug me in an iron grip, pin my arms against my sides. You hear of 12 % JOYCE CAROL OATES.
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... hear of out-of-control children, autistic children, being “hugged” in such vises, for their own good. The sensation was terrible to me, terrifying. I could not bear it. I could not bear my mother's sour breath. A smell of her intimate ...
... hear of out-of-control children, autistic children, being “hugged” in such vises, for their own good. The sensation was terrible to me, terrifying. I could not bear it. I could not bear my mother's sour breath. A smell of her intimate ...
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... hear. Through the excited buzzing in my ears there was little I might have heard, that I wished to hear. Wanting to laugh in all their faces. For what did any of them know about my father Eddy Diehl, and me? Thinking He has come for me ...
... hear. Through the excited buzzing in my ears there was little I might have heard, that I wished to hear. Wanting to laugh in all their faces. For what did any of them know about my father Eddy Diehl, and me? Thinking He has come for me ...
Contents
Section 26 | 249 |
Section 27 | 259 |
Section 28 | 268 |
Section 29 | 272 |
Section 30 | 279 |
Section 31 | 284 |
Section 32 | 291 |
Section 33 | 301 |
Section 9 | 69 |
Section 10 | 76 |
Section 11 | 86 |
Section 12 | 97 |
Section 13 | 110 |
Section 14 | 134 |
Section 15 | 153 |
Section 16 | 158 |
Section 17 | 172 |
Section 18 | 178 |
Section 19 | 180 |
Section 20 | 183 |
Section 21 | 189 |
Section 22 | 209 |
Section 23 | 212 |
Section 24 | 240 |
Section 25 | 245 |
Section 34 | 306 |
Section 35 | 318 |
Section 36 | 322 |
Section 37 | 325 |
Section 38 | 328 |
Section 39 | 335 |
Section 40 | 337 |
Section 41 | 343 |
Section 42 | 352 |
Section 43 | 355 |
Section 44 | 359 |
Section 45 | 365 |
Section 46 | 373 |
Section 47 | 387 |
Section 48 | 418 |
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