Wednesday, April 5, 2017

the last book I ever read (Shirley Jackson: A Rather Haunted Life, excerpt five)

from Shirley Jackson: A Rather Haunted Life by Ruth Franklin:

On September 1, as German troops were beginning their ill-fated advance on Stalingrad, Jackson and Hyman traded their cabin in the woods for a brick row house at the top of a hill in Woodside, Queens, then known as “the borough of homes.” The extension of the subway in 1918 had generated a housing boom, and the quiet streets were lined with new semidetached English-style houses with gardens in the front and the rear. Their new house was just around the corner from Jesse and Irene Lurie, who were soon to have a baby of their own, and a short subway commute to Manhattan. Their experiment in country living was over—for now.

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