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twentieth century, known for her forte in mystery and horror fiction.
FICTION (POST-WORLD WAR II TO 1970’s) Supernatural, sinister and mysterious elements played significant role in her
works. Her notable works include the short story The Lottery and the novel The
Haunting of Hill House.
Learning Outcomes:
On paper, Shirley Hardie Jackson was born on December 1916 but falsely claimed
At the end of this module, the students are expected to:
to have been born in 1919 so as to appear younger than her husband. She grew up
Foster appreciation and love for fiction during post World War II until in San Francisco, California where her family lived in a middle-class suburban area.
1970s; Since a very early age Jackson developed an avid reading habit and, in her
Identify the various styles and techniques of the writers in their literary adolescence, she began writing stories and poetry. Subsequently, her family
works and its characteristics and importance; moved to New York, where studied at Brighton High School. She attained a
Recognize and appreciate the life and struggles for the writers; diploma which was followed by her enrollment at the University of Rochester. She
Appreciate and demonstrate the depth and breadth of every literary
left the college a year after and vigorously practiced writing in her spare time.
pieces;
Determine author’s meaning in fiction texts; In 1937, she attended Syracuse University from where she earned her bachelor’s
Examine how imagery can be used to represent ideas, themes, and
degree. Moreover, studying at Syracuse Jackson contributed to the college literary
periods of history; and
Create own’s literary pieces. magazine. She was appointed the editor for fiction section after it published her
short story “Janice.” In fact, it was her involvement with the magazine through
Lesson 1: The Lottery by Shirley Jackson which she met her future husband and literary critic, Stanley Edgar Hyman. Later
they founded their own literary magazine, Spectre. Upon graduation, they moved
to Greenwich Village, in 1940, where they worked a number of odd jobs to
support themselves. Jackson still continued to pursue her passion for writing. Her
stories appeared in several magazines including The New Republic and The New
Yorker. Best American Short Stories chose her short story, “Come Dance With Me
in Ireland”, in 1940.
After marriage, Jackson relocated to Vermont with her husband, following his
appointment at the Bennington College as a teacher. While running household
and raising children, she published her debut novel, entitled The Road Through
The Wall. In 1948, the same year as the publication of her first novel, her iconic
short story, “The Lottery”, appeared in The New Yorker. The readers’ response was
highly negative which they manifested through considerable amount of hate-mail.
The story has now been included in the literary canon and is a required study in an
English fiction course taught worldwide. It is one of the monumental short
fictional works of the twentieth century. Subsequent to relocating to Connecticut,
The morning of June 27th was clear and sunny, with the fresh warmth of a full-
summer day; the flowers were blossoming profusely and the grass was richly
green. The people of the village began to gather in the square, between the post
office and the bank, around ten o'clock; in some towns there were so many people
that the lottery took two days and had to be started on June 2th. but in this
village, where there were only about three hundred people, the whole lottery took
less than two hours, so it could begin at ten o'clock in the morning and still be
through in time to allow the villagers to get home for noon dinner.
The children assembled first, of course. School was recently over for the summer,
and the feeling of liberty sat uneasily on most of them; they tended to gather
together quietly for a while before they broke into boisterous play. and their talk
was still of the classroom and the teacher, of books and reprimands. Bobby Martin
had already stuffed his pockets full of stones, and the other boys soon followed his
example, selecting the smoothest and roundest stones; Bobby and Harry Jones
and Dickie Delacroix-- the villagers pronounced this name "Dellacroy"--eventually
made a great pile of stones in one corner of the square and guarded it against the
raids of the other boys. The girls stood aside, talking among themselves, looking
over their shoulders at rolled in the dust or clung to the hands of their older
brothers or sisters.
"Me. I guess," a woman said. and Mr. Summers turned to look at her. "Wife draws "Seems like there's no time at all between lotteries any more." Mrs. Delacroix said
for her husband." Mr. Summers said. "Don't you have a grown boy to do it for you, to Mrs. Graves in the back row.
Janey?" Although Mr. Summers and everyone else in the village knew the answer
perfectly well, it was the business of the official of the lottery to ask such "Seems like we got through with the last one only last week."
questions formally. Mr. Summers waited with an expression of polite interest
while Mrs. Dunbar answered. "Time sure goes fast.-- Mrs. Graves said
"Horace's not but sixteen vet." Mrs. Dunbar said regretfully. "Guess I gotta fill in "Clark.... Delacroix"
for the old man this year."
"There goes my old man." Mrs. Delacroix said. She held her breath while her
"Right." Sr. Summers said. He made a note on the list he was holding. Then he husband went forward.
asked, "Watson boy drawing this year?"
"Dunbar," Mr. Summers said, and Mrs. Dunbar went steadily to the box while one
A tall boy in the crowd raised his hand. "Here," he said. "I'm drawing for my of the women said. "Go on. Janey," and another said, "There she goes."
mother and me." He blinked his eyes nervously and ducked his head as several
voices in the crowd said things like "Good fellow, lack." and "Glad to see your "We're next." Mrs. Graves said. She watched while Mr. Graves came around from
mother's got a man to do it." the side of the box, greeted Mr. Summers gravely and selected a slip of paper
from the box. By now, all through the crowd there were men holding the small
folded papers in their large hand. turning them over and over nervously Mrs.
Dunbar and her two sons stood together, Mrs. Dunbar holding the slip of paper.
Old Man Warner snorted. "Pack of crazy fools," he said. "Listening to the young People began to look around to see the Hutchinsons. Bill Hutchinson was standing
folks, nothing's good enough for them. Next thing you know, they'll be wanting to quiet, staring down at the paper in his hand. Suddenly. Tessie Hutchinson shouted
go back to living in caves, nobody work any more, live hat way for a while. Used to to Mr. Summers. "You didn't give him time enough to take any paper he wanted. I
be a saying about 'Lottery in June, corn be heavy soon.' First thing you know, we'd saw you. It wasn't fair!"
all be eating stewed chickweed and acorns. There's always been a lottery," he
added petulantly. "Bad enough to see young Joe Summers up there joking with "Be a good sport, Tessie." Mrs. Delacroix called, and Mrs. Graves said, "All of us
everybody." took the same chance."
"Some places have already quit lotteries." Mrs. Adams said. "Shut up, Tessie," Bill Hutchinson said.
"Nothing but trouble in that," Old Man Warner said stoutly. "Pack of young fools." "Well, everyone," Mr. Summers said, "that was done pretty fast, and now we've
got to be hurrying a little more to get done in time." He consulted his next list.
"Martin." And Bobby Martin watched his father go forward. "Overdyke.... Percy." "Bill," he said, "you draw for the Hutchinson family. You got any other households
in the Hutchinsons?"
"I wish they'd hurry," Mrs. Dunbar said to her older son. "I wish they'd hurry."
"There's Don and Eva," Mrs. Hutchinson yelled. "Make them take their chance!"
"They're almost through," her son said.
"Daughters draw with their husbands' families, Tessie," Mr. Summers said gently.
"You get ready to run tell Dad," Mrs. Dunbar said. "You know that as well as anyone else."
Mr. Summers called his own name and then stepped forward precisely and "It wasn't fair," Tessie said.
selected a slip from the box. Then he called, "Warner."
"I guess not, Joe." Bill Hutchinson said regretfully. "My daughter draws with her
"Seventy-seventh year I been in the lottery," Old Man Warner said as he went husband's family; that's only fair. And I've got no other family except the kids."
through the crowd. "Seventy-seventh time."
"Then, as far as drawing for families is concerned, it's you," Mr. Summers said in
"Watson" The tall boy came awkwardly through the crowd. Someone said, "Don't explanation, "and as far as drawing for households is concerned, that's you, too.
be nervous, Jack," and Mr. Summers said, "Take your time, son." Right?"
Mr. Graves had selected the five slips and put them in the box. and he dropped all "Tessie," Mr. Summers said. There was a pause, and then Mr. Summers looked at
the papers but those onto the ground. where the breeze caught them and lifted Bill Hutchinson, and Bill unfolded his paper and showed it. It was blank.
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"All right, folks." Mr. Summers said. "Let's finish quickly." are either
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turned to Mrs. Dunbar. "Come on," she said. "Hurry up."
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pebbles.
"Bill," Mr. Summers said, and Bill Hutchinson reached into the box and felt around,
bringing his hand out at last with the slip of paper in it.
It was like Grandad to be saying that. He was trying to make it easier. Ever since
they had talked about "going away," Grandad had said it was his idea. Imagine --
leaving a warm house and friends to go to that building . . . that government place They did not hear the two people coming down the road, Dad and the pretty girl
where he would be with so many other old fellows, having the best of everything. with a hard-bright face like a doll. But they heard her laugh and the tune stopped
But Peter had not really believed Dad would do it .. . until this night when he suddenly.
brought home the blanket. "Oh, yes, it's a fine blanket," Peter said and got up and
Dad did not say a word, but the girl walked up to Grandad and said prettily, "I'll
went into the house. He wasn't the kind to cry, and besides, he was too old for
not be seeing you in the morning, so I came over to say good-bye." "It's kind of
that. He had just gone in to get Grandad's harmonica.
you," said Grandad, looking down at the floor; and then seeing the blanket at his
The blanket dropped to the floor as the old man took the harmonica. It was the feet, he bent down to pick it up. "And will you look at this," he said, sounding
last night they would have together. Neither the old man nor the young boy had himself like a little boy. "Isn't this a fine blanket my son has given me to go away
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cost a
blow
prettyinto the kitchen, for his thoughts were fixed on a red and black blanket on
sex and politics among American bohemians before and after World War I. penny.
the kitchen table.
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a going-away gift. "Yes,"
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age 16 to work in a factory. Moving to Chicago
that Dad was moving to a new house -- away from here. He did not in 1908, he worked
want to as sita there, still looking at the blanket. one, too." the
that Grandad was going away . . . that's what they called it "going away."
newspaperman
here outside on and fine soon was under
evenings a leader of themoon
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advanced
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away
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ended, and the two sat for a few minutes in silence Then Grandad spoke "Here the Evening Post inis Peter with."
had not really believed his Dad would send Grandad away. But now -- there
1909 and editor
something happier." in 1911, making it one of the most noted American literary it was
boy-- suddenly
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intoDad had bought it that very
themorning. And this was
supplements. As a critic, he furthered the careers of Sherwood The the house. He could hear girl, still talking about
the last evening he and his Grandad would have with each other.
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Anderson and Theodore over the valley. Dad would marry that girl. Yes, that girl the expensive blanket. He heard his Dad get angry in his slow way. And now, she
was leaving.
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out . . . with that woman he was to marry. He would not be back for some time.
of the left-wing The Masses until 1917. Dell was on the staff of The his eye. "She is right, Dad," the boy said. "Grandad doesn't need a double blanket.
When the dishes were finished, the old man and the boy went outside and sat
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autobiographical Moon-Calf, appeared in 1920,He will
andfeelits two." Both of them looked at the boy surprised. "Cut it in two, I tell you, Dad. And
play some of the old tunes." But instead of the harmonica, he brought out the
keep theItother
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1921. Homecoming, an autobiography taking himme do
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"said Grandad gently. "I said don'ttheneed
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the such a big blanket." "Yes " the boy said "a single blanket is enough for an old man
man, smoothing it over his knees. "And isn't your father a kind man to be giving
when
the oldhe's sent away. We’ll savetothe
backaches and pains! "And then there will be babies coming, and I don't want to other with?
half, Dad; it will come in useful later."
unconventional include Janet March (1923), Runaway (1925), and Love in man a blanket like this go away It costs something, it did look at
be around listening to them cry all hours of the night. No, it's best that I leave. "Now what do you mean by that?" asked Dad. "I mean," said the boy slowly, "that
Greenwich Village (1926). His nonfiction includes Were You Ever a Child? (1919), the wool in it! And warm it will be these cold winter nights to come. There will be
I'll
no give
otheritblanket
Well, one more tune or two, and then we will get to bed, get some sleep. In the to you, like
Dadit--upwhen you're old and I'm sending you away." There was a
there."
on child-rearing;
morning I'll get mythe biography Upton
new blanket and take Sinclair:
my leave. A Study
Listeninto Social
this. It'sProtest (1927);
a bit of a sad big silence, and then Dad went over to Grandad and stood before him, not saying
and Love in the Machine Age (1930),
tune but a nice one for a night like this." which presented his views on sex. Little a word.
Accident, a play written with Thomas Mitchell and based on Dell’s novel An
Module 2 | Chapter 3: Fiction (Post-World War II to 1970’s_ 23
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