My Heart Laid Bare
By Joyce Carol Oates
Finally back to print in a gorgeous paperback version, a haunting gothic story of a nineteenth-century immigrant kin of self assurance artists—a tale of morality, duplicity, and retribution that explores the depths of human manipulation and vulnerability
The patriarch of the Licht family members, Abraham has raised a brood of gifted con artists, childrens molded in his picture, and specialists within the online game, his calling and philosophy of lifestyles. touring from one small city to the following around the continent, from the Northeast to the frontier West, they skillfully swindle unsuspecting sufferers, enjoying on their greed, lust, delight, and small-mindedness. regardless of their good fortune, Abraham can't banish a prior that haunts him: the ghost of his ancestor Sarah Licht, a former con girl who met with a grotesque fate.
As Abraham comprises his relatives in additional and extra complicated and ambitious schemes, he unearths himself stuck among the threat of Sarah and the turning out to be terrors of his current. whereas his conscientiously crafted lies and schemes start to fracture and crumble prior to his eyes, Abraham discovers that the bond of kinfolk is as tenuous and treacherous because the methods he perpetrates upon unsuspecting strangers.
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