Early one summer’s morning in 1994, Paul Jennings Hill, a defrocked Presbyterian minister, gunned down a doctor, John Britton, as he arrived for work at an abortion clinic in Florida. Unrepentant by the time of his execution nine years later, Hill (who I really don’t recommend Googling) was associated with the Army of God (ditto), which urges the murder — or ‘justifiable homicide’ — of abortion providers in the United States.
Given how often Joyce Carol Oates’s awesomely prolific output concerns male violence and women’s bodies, it’s no surprise to find her using this as material; with Trump vowing to undo Roe vs Wade, it’s timely. By turns icily subtle and sledge-hammer crude, her unadvertised recasting of the case begins by putting us fairly terrifyingly into the shoes of the killer — here, Luther Dunphy, a roofer seeking obscure payback for his three-year-old daughter, who had Down’s syndrome and died when he crashed his car on a frozen highway.
Andrew O’Hagan talks about his new book The Secret Life – a funny, alarming and disturbing picture of what happens when digital fantasy meets analogue reality. Plus, he reveals the truth about Julian Assange’s appalling table-manners:
Just how grimy that tragedy might be isn’t clear, given the degree of fishiness clinging to his account of a violent youth unpersuasively forsworn. ‘I respected my wife,’ he tells us, which ‘prevented me from turning her forcibly to me, which I would never do except if I was drunk, and I was never drunk any longer, at that time in our marriage.’ Hmm: caveat central.
In the end the book isn’t about Luther or his victim (here the doctor Gus Vorhees, whose own zeal in pursuit of his calling clarifies the plural of Oates’s title).
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