We learned that there were two prominent sources of inspiration for “Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?” by Joyce Carol Oates. One is the real-life “Pied Piper of Tucson” murders that occurred in the 1960s, and the other is Bob Dylan’s song “It’s All Over Now, Baby Blue.”
In your posting this week, please answer both of the following questions:
1. It’s fairly obvious to see how the real-life murderer Charles Schmid (Links to an external site.)Links to an external site. inspired the character of Arnold Friend in this story, but it’s less obvious how the song “It’s All Over Now, Baby Blue” served as a primary source of inspiration. Oates considered it such an inspiration that she dedicated the story to Bob Dylan. Reading over the lyrics (Links to an external site.)Links to an external site., how do you see it as connected with the story “Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?” Please discuss at least one specific example from the lyrics; you may discuss more than one if you’d like.
2. When reading fiction in ENG 102, we haven’t spent much time talking about the inspiration for the stories we’ve read. How have your thoughts on this story changed from reading it without knowing about the specific sources of inspiration, versus reflecting on the story after reading this week’s lecture notes where the inspiration is discussed? Do you think stories should be read on their own without considering what inspired the author, or is it important to sometimes understand the context in which the story was written?
This is the link to the short story: https://www.cusd200.org/cms/lib/IL01001538/Centricity/Domain/361/oates_going.pdf
It’s All Over Now, Baby Blue
LYRICS
You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun
Crying like a fire in the sun
Look out the saints are comin’ through
And it’s all over now, baby blue
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense
Take what you have gathered from coincidence
The empty-handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets
This sky, too, is folding under you
And it’s all over now, baby blue
All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home
All your reindeer armies, are all going home
The lover who just walked out your door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it’s all over now, baby blue
Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you
Forget the dead you’ve left, they will not follow you
The vagabond who’s rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore
Strike another match, go start anew
And it’s all over now, baby blue
(I also attached 2 files that have the lecture notes)
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