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By Joyce Carol Oates

A spell binding novel that examines grief, religion, justice, and the atrocities of struggle in the course of the tale of a tender girl's disappearance in a small adirondack town

Zeno mayfield's daughter has disappeared into the evening, long gone lacking within the wilds of the Adirondacks. but if the neighborhood of Carthage joins a father's frantic look for the lady, they notice the unlikeliest of suspects—a adorned Iraq warfare veteran with shut ties to the Mayfield relatives. As grisly facts mounts opposed to the stricken struggle hero, the relatives needs to strive against with the opportunity of having misplaced a daughter forever.

Carthage plunges us deep into the psyche of a wounded younger corporal, haunted via unspeakable acts of wartime aggression, whereas unraveling the tale of a disaffected younger woman whose exile from her kinfolk could have come lengthy sooner than her disappearance.

Dark and riveting, Carthage is a robust addition to the Joyce Carol Oates canon, one who explores the human skill for violence, love, and forgiveness, and asks if it is ever actually attainable to come back domestic again.

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