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Wild. My father taught high school English and theater when I was 7 (1964) and when he directed "The Lottery" I was brought in to play one of the village children. I'm forever scarred by throwing those grey paper mache rocks at that woman. I never read it before now.

Look up Mel and Norma Gabler in Texas. Texas had its own versions od textbooks based on the Gablers' input. My teacher used out of date editions of textbooks that were supposed to have been destroyed. This was the 70s.

Required reading in 10th grade in 1971. I loved all the required reading except Moby Dick. Even in my second attempt 50 years later. But The Lottery, Red Badge of Courage, A Separate Peace, Siddhartha, Breakfast of Champions were some of the best books that were considered required reading.

We studied it in English class in highschool. But my favourite of hers will always be The Haunting of Hill House. The book is the best, but the only good movie was the 1963 black and white version. I've seen it about 100 times and it still scares the crap out of me 😂

I read this for the first time last summer and it us now one of my favorite books! I bought a collection of Shirley Jackson short works and also read Hangsaman, which I recommend!Recommend! She is brilliant.

> carefully weaves in socially-mandated torture and death … Except that it doesn't. It IMPLIES them, but you have to imagine what happens for yourself.

This story went bone deep in me as an early teen. So much so that when I first heard Guy Clark's lovely song about townsfolk gathering to watch a train go by -- and it has nothing whatsoever to do with anything Lottery-like! -- I felt a sense of foreboding. Sometimes I think I still do.

My mom and dad were invited to a couple of parties at Shirley Jackson and SE Hyman’s house when my dad worked at Bennington College. Mom said Jackson was a vicious drunk and the parties both ended with broken crockery and screaming.

Not being from the US, I was unaware of this story. From Wikipedia, it is horrifying that most of the first tranches of letters to the author were to ask "where they could go and watch it" "It", being the stoning.

Perhaps the most interesting thing about this 'fiction', and any other story like it published in various languages, is that we are participating in it. It is both fiction and reality, yet we neatly compartmentalise to deny our involvement. We kill people — because that's what we do.

Shirley Jackson's short story appeared in my 8th grade literature book. I was not a "reader" until I read this classic. I asked the teacher, did I read this correctly? They killed her? It was such a shocker it inspired me to read other off the wall books....