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gregarious amiably stoical
Joyce Carol Oates
(b. 1937) began writing Context Clues If these words are unfamiliar to you, try using context
novels at age fourteen when clues—other words and phrases that appear in the text—to help you
she received a typewriter as a determine their meanings. There are various types of context clues that may
gift. In 1960, she graduated help you as you read. This box shows three examples.
first in her class from
Syracuse University. Oates, Synonyms: The recent dearth of milk has resulted in a shortage of
who teaches at Princeton other dairy products.
University, is famous for
having wide-ranging Elaborating Details: During her campaign, the senator was positively
interests. She has written monomaniacal, speaking passionately about one issue and one
novels, short stories, poetry, issue only.
plays, and essays in many
Contrast of Ideas: The shallowness of the second speech made the
different styles and genres.
profundity of the first even more evident.
Her writing often combines
the small matters of everyday
life with violence and horror. Apply your knowledge of context clues and other vocabulary strategies to
determine the meanings of unfamiliar words you encounter during your
first read.
BACKGROUND
The novels of Ann Radcliffe, an English writer, and the short stories of Edgar
Allan Poe inspired Joyce Carol Oates to write Gothic literature. “Horror is a
fact of life,” she has said. “As a writer I’m fascinated by all facets of life.”
In this story, Oates highlights the uncertainty and potential danger that lurk
under the surface of everyday events.
on his doorstep stood a man he had never seen before. The stranger
apologized for disturbing him at what was probably the dinner hour
and explained that he’d once lived in the house—“I mean, I was a
child in this house”—and since he was in the city on business he
thought he would drop by. He had not seen the house since January
1949 when he’d been eleven years old and his widowed mother had
sold it and moved away but, he said, he thought of it often, dreamt
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of it often, and never more powerfully than in recent months. The Mark context clues or indicate
father said, “Would you like to come inside for a few minutes and another strategy you used that
helped you determine meaning.
look around?” The stranger hesitated, then said firmly, “I think I’ll
gregarious (gruh GAIR ee uhs)
just poke around outside for a while, if you don’t mind. That might
adj.
be sufficient.” He was in his late forties, the father’s approximate age.
MEANING:
He wore a dark suit, conservatively cut; he was hatless, with thin
silver-tipped neatly combed hair; a plain, sober, intelligent face and
frowning eyes. The father, reserved by nature, but genial and even
gregarious when taken unaware, said amiably, “Of course we don’t amiably (AY mee uh blee) adv.
mind. But I’m afraid many things have changed since 1949.” MEANING:
2 So, in the chill, damp, deepening dusk, the stranger wandered
around the property while the mother set the dining room table and
the father peered covertly out the window. The children were upstairs
in their rooms. “Where is he now?” the mother asked. “He just went
into the garage,” the father said. “The garage! What does he want in
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there?” the mother said uneasily. “Maybe you’d better go out there
NOTES with him.” “He wouldn’t want anyone with him,” the father said. He
moved stealthily to another window, peering through the curtains.
A moment passed in silence. The mother, paused in the act of setting
down plates, neatly folded paper napkins, and stainless-steel cutlery,
said impatiently, “And where is he now? I don’t like this.” The father
said, “Now he’s coming out of the garage,” and stepped back hastily
from the window. “Is he going now?” the mother asked. “I wish I’d
answered the door.” The father watched for a moment in silence then
said, “He’s headed into the backyard.” “Doing what?” the mother
asked. “Not doing anything, just walking,” the father said. “He seems to
have a slight limp.” “Is he an older man?” the mother asked. “I didn’t
notice,” the father confessed. “Isn’t that just like you!” the mother said.
3 She went on worriedly, “He could be anyone, after all. Any kind
of thief, or mentally disturbed person, or even murderer. Ringing our
doorbell like that with no warning and you don’t even know what he
looks like!”
4 The father had moved to another window and stood quietly
watching, his cheek pressed against the glass. “He’s gone down to
the old swings. I hope he won’t sit in one of them, for memory’s sake,
and try to swing—the posts are rotted almost through.” The mother
drew breath to speak but sighed instead, as if a powerful current of
feeling had surged through her. The father was saying, “Is it possible
he remembers those swings from his childhood? I can’t believe they’re
actually that old.” The mother said vaguely, “They were old when
we bought the house.” The father said, “But we’re talking about forty
years or more, and that’s a long time.” The mother sighed again,
involuntarily. “Poor man!” she murmured. She was standing before
her table but no longer seeing it. In her hand were objects—forks,
knives, spoons—she could not have named. She said, “We can’t bar the
door against him. That would be cruel.” The father said, “What? No
one has barred any door against anyone.” “Put yourself in his place,”
the mother said. “He told me he didn’t want to come inside,” the father
admiration for the attractiveness of the room, and its coziness. He’d
remembered it as cavernous, with a ceiling twice as high. “And
dark most of the time,” he said wonderingly. “Dark by day, dark by
night.” The mother turned the lights of the little brass chandelier
to their fullest: shadows were dispersed like ragged ghosts and
the cut-glass fruit bowl at the center of the table glowed like an
exquisite multifaceted jewel. The stranger exclaimed in surprise. He’d
extracted a handkerchief from his pocket and was dabbing carefully
at his face, where beads of perspiration shone. He said, as if thinking
aloud, still wonderingly, “My father was a unique man. Everyone
who knew him admired him. He sat here,” he said, gingerly touching
the chair that was in fact the father’s chair, at one end of the table.
“And Mother sat there,” he said, merely pointing. “I don’t recall my
own place or my sister’s but I suppose it doesn’t matter. . . . I see you
have four place settings, Mrs. . . . ? Two children, I suppose?” “A boy
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eleven, and a girl thirteen,” the mother said. The stranger stared not
NOTES at her but at the table, smiling. “And so too we were—I mean, there
were two of us: my sister and me.”
11 The mother said, as if not knowing what else to say, “Are you—
close?”
12 The stranger shrugged, distractedly rather than rudely, and moved
on to the living room.
13 This room, cozily lit as well, was the most carefully furnished
room in the house. Deep-piled wall-to-wall carpeting in hunter green,
cheerful chintz1 drapes, a sofa and matching chairs in nubby heather
green, framed reproductions of classic works of art, a gleaming gilt-
framed mirror over the fireplace: wasn’t the living room impressive
as a display in a furniture store? But the stranger said nothing at first.
Indeed, his eyes narrowed sharply as if he were confronted with a
disagreeable spectacle. He whispered, “Here too! Here too!”
14 He went to the fireplace, walking, now, with a decided limp; he
drew his fingers with excruciating slowness along the mantel as if
testing its materiality. For some time he merely stood, and stared, and
listened. He tapped a section of wall with his knuckles—“There used
to be a large water stain here, like a shadow.”
15 “Was there?” murmured the father out of politeness, and “Was
there!” murmured the mother. Of course, neither had ever seen a
water stain there.
16 Then, noticing the window seat, the stranger uttered a soft
surprised cry, and went to sit in it. He appeared delighted: hugging
his knees like a child trying to make himself smaller. “This was one
of my happy places! At least when Father wasn’t home. I’d hide
away here for hours, reading, daydreaming, staring out the window!
Sometimes Mother would join me, if she was in the mood, and
we’d plot together—oh, all sorts of fantastical things!” The stranger
remained sitting in the window seat for so long, tears shining in his
eyes, that the father and mother almost feared he’d forgotten them.
He was stroking the velvet fabric of the cushioned seat, gropingly
1. chintz n. printed cotton fabric used especially for curtains and upholstery.
“Our daughter used to like to sit there too, when she was younger.
It is a lovely place.” The father said with surprising passion, “I hate
riddles—they’re moronic some of the time and obscure the rest of
the time.” He spoke with such uncharacteristic rudeness, the mother
looked at him in surprise.
19 Hurriedly she said, “Is your mother still living, Mr. . . . ?” “Oh no.
Not at all,” the stranger said, rising abruptly from the window seat, and
looking at the mother as if she had said something mildly preposterous.
“I’m sorry,” the mother said. “Please don’t be,” the stranger said. “We’ve
all been dead—they’ve all been dead—a long time.”
20 The stranger’s cheeks were deeply flushed as if with anger and his
breath was quickened and audible.
21 The visit might have ended at this point but so clearly did the
stranger expect to continue on upstairs, so purposefully, indeed
almost defiantly, did he limp his way to the stairs, neither the father
nor the mother knew how to dissuade him. It was as if a force of
nature, benign at the outset, now uncontrollable, had swept its way
into their house! The mother followed after him saying nervously,
“I’m not sure what condition the rooms are in, upstairs. The
children’s rooms especially—” The stranger muttered that he did
not care in the slightest about the condition of the household and
continued on up without a backward glance.
22 The father, his face burning with resentment and his heart
accelerating as if in preparation for combat, had no choice but to
follow the stranger and the mother up the stairs. He was flexing and
unflexing his fingers as if to rid them of stiffness.
23 On the landing, the stranger halted abruptly to examine a stained-
glass fanlight—“My God, I haven’t thought of this in years!” He
spoke excitedly of how, on tiptoe, he used to stand and peek out
through the diamonds of colored glass, red, blue, green, golden
yellow: seeing with amazement the world outside so altered. “After
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such a lesson it’s hard to take the world on its own terms, isn’t it?”
he asked. The father asked, annoyed, “On what terms should it be
taken, then?” The stranger replied, regarding him levelly, with a just
perceptible degree of disdain, “Why, none at all.”
24 It was the son’s room—by coincidence, the stranger’s old room—
the stranger most wanted to see. Other rooms on the second floor,
the “master” bedroom in particular, he decidedly did not want to
see. As he spoke of it, his mouth twitched as if he had been offered
something repulsive to eat.
25 The mother hurried on ahead to warn the boy to straighten up
his room a bit. No one had expected a visitor this evening! “So you
have two children,” the stranger murmured, looking at the father
with a small quizzical smile. “Why?” The father stared at him as if he
hadn’t heard correctly. “’Why’?” he asked. “Yes. Why?” the stranger
repeated. They looked at each other for a long strained moment, then
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the stranger said quickly, “But you love them—of course.” The father
NOTES controlled his temper and said, biting off his words, “Of course.”
26 “Of course, of course,” the stranger murmured, tugging at his
necktie and loosening his collar, “otherwise it would all come to an
end.” The two men were of approximately the same height but the
father was heavier in the shoulders and torso; his hair had thinned
more severely so that the scalp of the crown was exposed, flushed,
damp with perspiration, sullenly alight.
27 With a stiff avuncular2 formality the stranger shook the son’s hand.
“So this is your room, now! So you live here, now!” he murmured,
as if the fact were an astonishment. Not used to shaking hands, the
boy was stricken with shyness and cast his eyes down. The stranger
limped past him, staring. “The same!—the same!—walls, ceiling,
floor—window—” He drew his fingers slowly along the windowsill;
around the frame; rapped the glass, as if, again, testing materiality;
stooped to look outside—but it was night, and nothing but his
reflection bobbed in the glass, ghostly and insubstantial. He groped
against the walls, he opened the closet door before the mother could
protest, he sat heavily on the boy’s bed, the springs creaking beneath
him. He was panting, red-faced, dazed. “And the ceiling overhead,”
2. avuncular (uh VUHN kyoo luhr) adj. having traits considered typical of uncles; jolly,
indulgent, stodgy.
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the stairs? In the dark? For a few quiet minutes? And you could close
NOTES the door and forget me, you and your family could have your dinner
and—”
35 The stranger was begging but the father was resolute. Without
raising his voice he said, “No. The visit is over.”
36 He shut the door, and locked it.
37 Locked it! His hands were shaking and his heart beat angrily.
38 He watched the stranger walk away—out to the sidewalk, out
to the street, disappearing in the darkness. Had the streetlights
gone out?
39 Behind the father the mother stood apologetic and defensive,
wringing her hands in a classic stance. “Wasn’t that sad! Wasn’t
that—sad! But we had no choice but to let him in, it was the only
decent thing to do.’’ The father pushed past her without comment.
In the living room he saw that the lights were flickering as if on the
brink of going out; the patterned wallpaper seemed drained of color;
a shadow lay upon it shaped like a bulbous cloud or growth. Even
the robust green of the carpeting looked faded. Or was it an optical
illusion? Everywhere the father looked, a pulse beat mute with rage.
“I wasn’t the one who opened the door to that man in the first place,”
the mother said, coming up behind the father and touching his arm.
Without seeming to know what he did the father violently jerked his
arm and thrust her away.
40 “Shut up. We’ll forget it,” he said.
41 “But—”
42 “We’ll forget it.”
43 The mother entered the kitchen walking slowly as if she’d been
struck a blow. In fact, a bruise the size of a pear would materialize
on her forearm by morning. When she reached out to steady herself
she misjudged the distance of the doorframe—or did the doorframe
recede an inch or two—and nearly lost her balance.
44 In the kitchen the lights were dim and an odor of sourish smoke,
subtle but unmistakable, made her nostrils pinch.
2. What are the initial suspicions that the mother has about the stranger?
3. How does the stranger react when the father tells him, “The visit is over”?
4. How do the rooms of the house seem changed after the stranger’s visit?
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5. Notebook Choose four key events that best capture the plot of the story.
Write a summary of the story based on these four events.
RESEARCH
Research to Clarify Choose at least one unfamiliar detail from the text. Briefly
research that detail. In what way does the information you learned shed light on an
aspect of the story?
Research to Explore This story may spark your curiosity to learn more about the author
or the genre. Briefly research a topic that interests you. You may want to share what you
learn with your group.
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MAKING MEANING
Concept Vocabulary
gregarious amiably stoical
WORD NETWORK Why These Words? The three concept vocabulary words are related. With
your group, determine what the words have in common. How do these word
Add words related to fear
choices enhance the impact of the text?
from the text to your Word
Network.
Practice
Notebook Confirm your understanding of each word by using it in a
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Word Study
Standards Notebook Adverbs of Manner An adverb is a word that modifies
Reading Literature a verb, an adjective, or another adverb. Many adverbs, particularly those
Analyze how an author’s choices
concerning how to structure a describing the manner in which an action verb is performed, are formed by
text, order events within it, and adding the Anglo-Saxon suffix -ly to an adjective. Sometimes, the addition of
manipulate time (e.g., pacing, this suffix requires a change in the ending of the adjective. For instance, the
flashbacks) create such effects.
father in “Where Is Here?” states something amiably—or in an amiable manner.
Language
• Spell correctly. Reread paragraph 2 of the story. Mark the adverbs ending in -ly. Then, write
• Identify and correctly use patterns the adjectives from which they are formed.
of word changes that indicate
different meanings or parts of
speech.
Endings Dramatic endings that fully resolve Ambiguous endings that leave
the dark, scary events questions unanswered
The effect of these shifts is to relocate the source of readers’ fear. Modern
Gothic literature does not allow readers a comfortable distance from dark
situations. Instead, the unusual events feel as if they could happen to us.
Work individually to identify details in “Where Is Here?” that relate to each literary element.
Then, discuss your choices with your group. Focus especially on your interpretations of the
ambiguous ending.
Setting
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Characters
Events
Ending
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LANGUAGE DEVELOPMENT
Author’s Style
Character Development Conversation between characters in a story,
or dialogue, is one of the tools fiction writers use to make their characters
come alive on the page. Authors use dialogue to show readers what
characters are like, how they interact with others, how they feel about
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their situations, and what motivates them. Consider this example from
“Where Is Here?”:
Read It
Work individually. Use this chart to analyze the mother in “Where Is Here?”
Explain what you learn about her character from each example of dialogue.
Then, compare your responses to those of your group.
Writing to Sources
Every work of fiction is set in a particular time and place. In our imaginations,
though, the characters exist before and after the story.
Assignment
With your group, write a brief narrative that extends the scope of
“Where Is Here?” Make sure that your narrative stays true to the
characterizations, style, and tone of the story. Choose one of the
following topics:
Write a prequel that reveals the stranger’s past. Who is he, and
which details of the story he tells to the family are true? What is the
stranger’s goal in visiting the house—does he simply want to see
his home again, or does he have another, more sinister reason for
wanting to return?
Write a sequel in which the stranger returns to the house after some
time has passed. How has he changed, having seen his childhood
home earlier? How is he greeted by the family this time? Are the
mother and father more or less suspicious of him and his motives?
Write a police report filed after the stranger leaves. Imagine that the
mother and father call the police to report the incident. What kinds
of questions are the police likely to ask about the stranger? What
kinds of answers are they likely to receive?
Project Plan Use this chart to plan your narrative. In the middle column, EVIDENCE LOG
plan the action. In the right-hand column, explain the goal of each
Before moving on to a
paragraph. Follow the chart to draft the narrative, and then present your new selection, go to your
narrative to the class. Have different group members read portions of the Evidence Log and record
narrative aloud. what you learned from
“Where Is Here?”
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