Rape: A Love Story by Joyce Carol Oates
Weight: 6 oz
Method of Disposal: Not sure?
I admit it. I gave into the name. I wanted to resist. I knew I was being played—and easily—but I could not stop myself from walking right into the trap. I saw it on a table next to other books. I wondered, can the story possibly live up to that title? I thought about being told never to write about rape in fiction. Maybe Oates could pull it off or maybe she is why none of us should. I thought about being raped and being loved. I read it right away, and though I was not surprised, I was disappointed. The book felt rushed and incomplete. I think I have felt that way about Oates’ novels several times. So sad.
I think I will write my own Rape: A Love Story just to see if it can be done. I will have to call it something else of course. Perhaps I will share it here when I am done.