Lindsay Hunter: I still can’t get over Joyce Carol Oates’ “Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?” I’ve read it maybe ten times and I still feel scared, and sad, and like I would laugh if my heart wasn’t crowding my throat. Quite simply, Arnold Friend is terrifying. Even as part of me (the same part that makes Connie get in the car, probably) feels sorry that his boots are too big and his wig is all wrong, I am terrified. The story is a mirror with innocence reflected as horror. Innocence at Connie’s back, her toes curled at the threshold, horror before her in a gold jalopy. And oh man, it’s based on true events. To me, it’s a coming-of-age tale, a yearning, an elegy, the perfect short story.