Monday, August 25, 2014

Discuss the role of the grotesque in Joyce Carol Oates' "Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?"

You might like to consider the description of Arnold
Friend in response to this question. He, through his appearance and through his activity
could be considered to be "grotesque." When Connie sees Arnold Friend, he is described
as having "shaggy, shabby black hair that looked crazy as a wig," with mirrored
sunglasses that make it impossible to see his eyes, until he takes them off, when his
eyes are described as being "like chips of broken glass that catch the light in an
amiable way." He walks in a strange way, having to balance himself to prevent himself
from falling and is a muscular, short man. Some critics argue that this manner of
walking suggests that Arnold Friend is actually a devil-type figure, and that his feet
are actually hooves. This notion is reinforced by the way that Arnold Friend is so close
to "Arch-Fiend."


In action, we can also say that Arnold
Friend is grotesque in the way he uses language to prey on Connie and to almost
hypnotise her into doing what he wants her to do. We are told that Arnold speaks in a
"simple lilting voice, exactly as if was reciting the words to a song." Given the
importance of music in the story in symbolising Connie's fantasy world, Arnold's speech
thus is very powerful in representing the kind of adult sexuality that Connie plays at
experiencing. Note the end effect of Arnold's speech upon
Connie:



She
felt her pounding heart. Her hand seemed to enclose it. She thought for the first time
in her life that it was nothing that was hers, that belonged to her, but just a
pounding, living thing inside this body that wasn't really hers
either.



There is an element
of the grotesque in the way that Arnold Friend uses language to produce this effect in
Connie. Therefore we can argue that Arnold Friend displays the grotesque in his
appearance and actions.

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