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Joyce Carol Oates’s Wonderland Quartet comprises four remarkable novels that explore social class in America and the inner lives of young Americans. As powerful and relevant today as it on its initial publication, them chronicles the tumultuous lives of a family living on the edge of ruin in the Detroit slums, from the 1930s to the 1967 race riots. Praised by The Nation for her “potent, life-gripping imagination,” Oates traces the aspirations and struggles of Loretta Wendall, a dreamy young mother who is filled ...
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Joyce Carol Oates’s Wonderland Quartet comprises four remarkable novels that explore social class in America and the inner lives of young Americans. As powerful and relevant today as it on its initial publication, them chronicles the tumultuous lives of a family living on the edge of ruin in the Detroit slums, from the 1930s to the 1967 race riots. Praised by The Nation for her “potent, life-gripping imagination,” Oates traces the aspirations and struggles of Loretta Wendall, a dreamy young mother who is filled with regret by the age of sixteen, and the subsequent destinies of her children, Maureen and Jules, who must fight to survive in a world of violence and danger.

Winner of the National Book Award, them is an enthralling novel about love, class, race, and the inhumanity of urban life. It is, raves The New York Times, “a superbly accomplished vision.”

Them is the third novel in the Wonderland Quartet. The books that complete this acclaimed series, A Garden of Earthly Delights, Expensive People, and Wonderland, are also available from the Modern Library.

Winner of the 1970 National Book Award

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A superbly accomplished vision. -- The New York Times
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780449206928
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 12/28/1984
  • Series: Wonderland Quartet Series, #3
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 478
  • Product dimensions: 4.23 (w) x 6.90 (h) x 1.08 (d)

Meet the Author

Joyce Carol Oates
One of the most versatile and accomplished writers of our time, Oates has influenced the American literary landscape perhaps even more than we realize. The New York Times Book Review suggests, "With occasional exceptions (Joyce, Flaubert), we finally care most about novelists like Dickens, George Eliot, Balzac, Tolstoy, Hardy, James, Conrad, Lawrence or Faulkner whose work is copious enough to constitute a 'world,' and though no guarantees can be offered, energy like Joyce Carol Oates' may find an eventual reward."

From the Hardcover edition.
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    1. Also Known As:
      Rosamond Smith
    2. Hometown:
      Princeton, New Jersey
    1. Date of Birth:
      June 16, 1938
    2. Place of Birth:
      Lockport, New York
    1. Education:
      B.A., Syracuse University, 1960; M.A., University of Wisconsin, 1961

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Children of Silence

One warm evening in August 1937 a girl in love stood before a mirror.

Her name was Loretta. It was her reflection in the mirror she loved, and out of this dreamy, pleasing love there arose a sense of excitement that was restless and blind--which way would it move, what would happen? Her name was Loretta; she was pleased with that name too, though Loretta Botsford pleased her less. Her last name dragged down on her, it had no melody. She stood squinting into the plastic-rimmed mirror on her bureau, trying to get the best of the light, seeing inside her high-colored, healthy, ordinary prettiness a hint of something daring and dangerous. Looking into the mirror was like looking into the future; everything was there, waiting. It was not just that face she loved. She loved other things. During the week she worked at Ajax Laundry and Dry Cleaners, and she was very lucky to have that job, and during the week the steamy, rushed languor of her work built up in her a sense of excitement. What was going to happen? Today was Saturday.

Her face was full, and there was a slight mischievous puffiness about her cheeks that made her look younger than she was--she was sixteen--and her eyes were blue, a mindless, bland blue, not very sharp. Her lips were painted a deep scarlet, exactly the style of the day. Her eyebrows were plucked in exactly the style of the day. Did she not dream over the Sunday supplement features, and did she not linger on her way to work before the Trinity Theater in order to stare at the pictures? She wore a navy-blue dress pulled in tight at the waist. Her waist was surprisingly narrow, her shoulders a little broad, almostmasculine; she was a strong girl. Upon her competent shoulders sat this fluttery, dreamy head, blond hair puffed out and falling down in coquettish curls past her ears, past her collar, down onto her back, so that when she ran along the sidewalk it blew out behind her and men stopped to stare at her; never did she bother to glance back at these men--they were like men in movies who do not appear in the foreground but only focus interest, show which way interest should be directed. She was in love with the thought of this. Behind her good clear skin was a universe of skin, all of it healthy. She loved this, she was in love with the fact of girls like her having come into existence, though she could not have expressed her feelings exactly. She said to her friend Rita, "Sometimes I feel so happy over nothing I must be crazy." Dragging around in the morning, trying to get her father up and trying to get her brother Brock fed and out before somebody started a fight, still she felt a peculiar sense of joy, of prickly excitement, that nothing could beat down. What was going to happen? "Oh, you're not crazy," Rita said thoughtfully, "you just haven't been through it yet."

She combed her hair with a heavy pink brush. It worried her to see her curls so listless--that was because of the heat. From the apartment across the way, through the open window, she could hear a radio playing music that meant Saturday night, and her heart began to pound with anticipation of the long hours ahead during which anything might happen. Her father, who had been out of work for almost ten years, liked to lie in bed and drink and smoke, not caring that so many hours rushed by he'd never be able to get back--but Loretta felt that time was passing too quickly. It made her nervous. She scratched at her bare arm with the brush in a gentle, unconscious, caressing gesture, and felt the dreaminess of the late summer afternoon rise in her. In the kitchen someone sat down heavily, as if answering her, in response to her wondering.

"Hey, Loretta!" Brock called.
"Yeah, I'm coming." Her voice came out harsh and sounded of the dry cleaners and the street, but it was not her true voice; her true voice was husky and feminine.

She prepared supper for Brock. The kitchen was narrow, and he had to sit right in her way, so that she made a face and said, "Excuse me," ironically, squeezing past. Brock was dressed for Saturday night too. He wore a blue serge coat over gray trousers and a queer metallic bronze necktie. A necktie! It was part of Brock's batty style. He had turned twenty a few weeks before, which seemed to Loretta almost old; and on his pinched face an expression of premature cunning seemed to have frozen, as in a movie still. Like Loretta, he had blond hair, but it seemed to be darkening; he rarely washed it, maybe once a month--it was stiff with grease. He had a strong, angular face with prominent cheekbones. This had been their mother's face. Strange how, since their mother's death some years before, Loretta had begun to notice her sometimes in Brock's face. And in his sudden, impulsive bursts of rage--Brock was always incensed by the old man and certain noisy neighbors--she could see her mother's restless agitation; it was disturbing.

"Jesus Christ, is that perfume you're wearing?" Brock screwed up his face like a clown.
"Go to hell. You're not funny."
Brock laughed, meanly.

Loretta took a bowl of potatoes out of the icebox and put them into a frying pan; she had peeled them earlier. The grease sizzled and spat up at her. She resented cooking for her brother yet there was a strange pleasure in it. I do this. This is what I do. Brock liked her waiting on him, she knew. Sitting there at the end of the table so self-importantly, like the malicious spitting of grease: she had only to glance at his amused eyes to see how hateful he was.

"Look, what the hell is eating you?" Loretta cried.
Brock smiled innocently. "Is the old man back yet?"
"You know he isn't."
"How do I know? I've got X-ray eyes?"
"He went out this morning with that Cole to look at some vacant lot. Oh, I know it's crazy--don't look at me."
"What vacant lot? He's going to buy a vacant lot?"
"Ask him."
"With what? Where's the money? What's he going to buy it with?"
Brock was getting excited. Saliva shone on his lips.
"Brock, forget it! Pa isn't hurting anyone."
"He's sick. He should be carted away."
"Carted away where?"
"Should be locked up."

Brock leaned forward on his elbows and spoke in his rapid, insinuating voice, as if he meant something other than his words, and you were a fool not to catch on. Oh, he was hateful! He was Loretta's brother and in the years of their childhood he had done well by her--he'd fought with older kids who teased her, following the rule of the street, but that was maybe for his own honor, not her. At one time no one could have guessed that Brock Botsford, the long-limbed stooping kid with the blue-eyed stare and quick fists, would grow so much apart from the other boys, precocious, yet in a way stunted, into this strange, mock-serious old-young man. Beneath his sly words and his facial mannerisms, a perverse and malicious will. Loretta dreaded her girl friends talking with Brock, attracted by his cheap flashy clothes and movie-style, then edging away, nervously giggling, "Isn't that guy queer?" In that way that girls do, with absolute accuracy.

"Oh, you talk too much sometimes! Get a job yourself, a good job, if you think you're superior to him," Loretta said, incensed.

From the Hardcover edition.
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Reading Group Guide

1. In his Introduction, Greg Johnson describes Joyce Carol Oates’s focus on “the inner lives of her three protagonists and the manifold ways in which their innocence and humanity are slowly eroded by the soul-destroying forces of Detroit” (p. xii). What are these “soul destroying sources”? What strengths do each of these characters–Loretta, and her children Maureen and Jules–draw on, in order to survive their challenging circumstances

2. According to Oates, the original title of them was “Love and Money.” What does love mean to the central characters of the novel? Do the women view it differently from the men? Do any characters exhibit sexual behavior that you would expect to find in someone of the opposite gender?

3. What part does money play in the novel? What does it represent to Maureen?

4. Describe the roles that Maureen, Jules, and Betty play in the Wendall family. Is Maureen a typical middle child? How much influence do Loretta and Howard have in reinforcing each sibling’s position? As the children grow up, do their traditional roles change at all?

5. Author and literary critic Alfred Kazin wrote, “Oates is unlike many women writers in her feeling for the pressure, mass, density of violent American experience not known to the professional middle class.” Do you agree? What motivates characters such as Brock, Nadine, and Furlong to commit violent acts?

6. Maureen struggles to further her education despite her poor grades, and Jules fantasizes about going to college. Why is education so important to them?

7. “[Jules] was immensely grateful for being white,”writes Oates. “In Detroit, being white struck him as a special gift . . . Only in a nightmare might he bring his hands up to his face and see colored skin. Negro skin, a hopeless brown nothing could get off, not even a razor” (p. 360). Using examples from the novel, describe how Oates portrays the racial mix in Detroit and the growing tensions leading up to the 1967 riot. Which characters in the novel clearly come from a particular social class, and where do the Wendalls fit on the social ladder?

8. After the Detroit riot, a television camera captures Jules saying, “Fire burns and does its duty” (pp. 532—33). What do you think he means?

9. Why do you think Oates put a somewhat autobiographical character named Joyce Carol Oates into her novel, and what do you make of this innovative choice? Can you think of other contemporary examples of writers putting themselves into their novels, in a fictionalized form? Discuss.

10. In her 1969 Author’s Note, a section she would later characterize (in her 2000 Afterword) as a playful piece of fiction, Oates wrote, “Nothing in the novel has been exaggerated in order to increase the possibility of drama–indeed, the various sordid and shocking events of slum life, detailed in other naturalistic works, have been understated here, mainly because of my fear that too much reality would become unbearable” (p. xxiv) What was your reaction to this powerfully graphic narrative? Did you find it realistic? Understated? Sensational

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  • Anonymous

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    A special insight into broken American worlds

    The rushed frantic power of observation in this work opened up worlds of American life to me I over twenty years ago did not know how to see. Oates writes with special psychological insight but also with a special feeling for American social realities, especially of those lower down on the social - economic scale. A good book by a very good writer. Her great intensity and energy , a troubling nervousness of her spirit is present in this work also .

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