Introduction to The Gothic Issue
Growing up in North Carolina, I bore witness to and soaked up stories, which often seem made up to outsiders. On my grandparents’ porch, I begged cousins and aunts, and uncles and their friends to tell me about the past, to tell me the most messed-up tales they could come up with. So-and-so lost his hand to a corn picker. Uncle Joe stabbed the man who was sleeping with his wife as he tried to escape the scene of the crime in a taxi.
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