So this is one of those kinds of novels from the 1950s that we kind of still get but don’t as much any more where the kinds of domestic utopian bliss that the lies of the 1950s post-war American society is built upon is disrupted in severe, violent, and drastic ways. This domesticity is disrupted and it’s very clear from now on that nothing will ever be the same. So in this novel we meet Helen Clervoe who receives what is not clear may or […]
She wanted to say, Give me the police, the way people did in plays…
Beast in View by Margaret Millar

