Abstract

When I crash my car, it may be an accident, but when Daisy Buchanan crashes hers, it is something else. The distinction has nothing to do with our varying intentions; it is simply that her accident occurs within the carefully-designed world of narrative. Working with car crashes, stray shootings, and train wrecks, I show how difficult it is to find genuine accidents in literature and how that bare fact limits the insight of historical criticism.

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Additional Information

ISSN
1086-329X
Print ISSN
0190-0013
Pages
pp. 65-78
Launched on MUSE
2011-04-29
Open Access
No
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