I’ve never been a big fan of the writing style of Joyce Carol Oates. At times her writing  seems to me awkward, a bit uneven and unfinished. But her widely acclaimed 2004 novel, The Falls, has a strange, muscular power that drew me in and caused me to lose myself in the very mist rising from those rampaging waters. Niagara Falls has been known over the years to have a remarkable power to entrance, beguile,…

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