The Gravedigger's Daughter

The chords of the prologue of The Gravedigger's Daughter by Joyce Carol Oates are shrill and startling. They are followed, some 600 gripping pages later, by an epilogue of breathtaking stillness. I can't get this novel out of my mind. And I don't want to.

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