pyrajane’s review #51: Because It Is Bitter, and Because It Is My Heart by Joyce Carol Oates
This is a brilliant book. Oates’ writing is simply stunning. Sometimes her words twirl and spin slowly like honey being drizzled into hot tea. Descriptions and moments spill silkily across the pages. It is especially breathtaking when she does this during the darkest moments of the book. Her descriptions of ugliness, pain and fear follow staccato beats, pulsing into your mind. It’s poetry in prose form and as I read I had to pause from time to time to simply enjoy the rhythm of the book and reread the art of her writing. I have a feeling I’m going to gloriously devour more of her books over the next few months.