On Saturday, Shirley Jackson will have been dead for 50 years. (Next year will be her 100th birthday. She was 48 when she died.)
I may have mentioned once or twice that I am a bit of a fan. I spent the entirety of 1998 and 1999 collecting her mostly out-of-print (at the time) novels and short story collections.
(I never managed to get my hands on a copy of The Sundial, but it has been re-released so I suppose I might pick it up eventually. I’ve read it, because libraries, and it wasn’t my favorite of her books–which isn’t saying much since it’s still better than 99% of all other published fiction.)
Today is the release date of a collection of previously unpublished works, collected by two of her children (Laurie and Sally) from her archives in the Library of Congress.
I am not the only one who loves Shirley. I couldn’t be, though some small, immature part of me wishes I were.
This is what I’m reading today, as I wait for my copy of Let Me Tell You to arrive.
A Misandrist Book Club Review of Shirley Jackson’s “We Have Always Lived in the Castle” by Maddie Howard at XO Jane
Shirley and Me by Benjamin Dreyer at The Toast
The Man In The Woods by Shirley Jackson (previously unpublished short story) at The New Yorker
This Week In Fiction: An interview with Shirley Jackson’s son Laurence Jackson Hyman by Cressida Leyshon at The New Yorker
Memory and Delusion by Shirley Jackson (previously unpublished essay on writing) at The New Yorker
The Haunting of Shirley Jackson by David Barnett at The Independent