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      WE WERE THE MULVANEYS

      Joyce Carol Oates

       COPYRIGHT

      4th Estate

      An imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street London SE1 9GF www.4thEstate.co.uk

      First published in Great Britain in 2001 by 4th Estate

      Copyright © The Ontario Review, Inc. 1996

      Cover design by Jo Walker

      The quoted passage here is taken from Ludwig von Bertalanffy, Problems of Life: An Evaluation of Modern Biological and Scientific Thought (Pitman Publishing, Ltd., London, 1952), p. 103

      Joyce Carol Oates asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

      A catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library

      This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

      All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the non-exclusive, non-transferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on-screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, down-loaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins

      Source ISBN: 9781841156996

      Ebook Edition © DECEMBER 2012 ISBN: 9780007502134

      Version: 2020-01-31

       PRAISE

      From the reviews of We Were the Mulvaneys:

      ‘Oates’s finest … a major achievement’

       Chicago Tribune

      ‘We Were the Mulvaneys works not simply because of its meticulous details and gestures … What keeps us coming back to Oates Country is something stronger and spookier: her uncanny gift of making the page a window, with something on the other side that we’d swear was life itself’

      DAVID GATES, New York Times

      ‘This is a book that will break your heart, heal it, then break it again every time you think about it’

       Los Angeles Times

      ‘Novelists such as Updike, Roth, Wolfe and Mailer slug it out for the title of the Great American Novelist. But maybe they’re wrong. Maybe, just maybe, the Great American Novelist is a woman’

       Herald

      ‘A brilliantly detailed and varied picture of family life and a succession of dramatic set pieces … These are people we recognise, and she makes us care deeply about them’

       Kirkus

       DEDICATION

       for my “Mulvaneys” …

       EPIGRAPH

       I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.

       You will hardly know who I am or what I mean,But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,And filter and fibre your blood.

       Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged.Missing me one place search another,I stop some where waiting for you.

      from Walt Whitman, Song of Myself

      CONTENTS

       Cover

       Title Page

      Epigraph

       Babies

       Damaged Girl

       The Lovers

       Imminent Mortality

       Every Heartbeat!

       The Assault

       The Penitent

       Ask

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