Soon enough, the prolonged wait is over for the village (the families want to get home before the noon dinner, of course) and the lists for the lottery are drawn. because he had no children and his wife was a scold. He was a round-faced, jovial man and he ran the coal business, and people were sorry for him. who had time and energy to devote to civic activities. The lottery was conducted–as were the square dances, the teen club, the Halloween program–by Mr. Here, we learn more about the Lottery and the individual who manages it:

The men of the village soon gather and discuss the weather and the crops, and the women join them, too all of them wait for the event to begin. Our narrator describes the happenings of the town and the routine activities that are taking place-and the ones that have taken place-from the gathering of children in the preordained location where the lottery took place to the losing of a black lockbox that is pivotal to the occasion. The morning of June 27th was clear and sunny, with the fresh warmth of a full-summer day the flowers were blossoming profusely and the grass was richly green. A day, remarkably, that seems to be like any other, except for the inordinate amount of stones that are collected in the village. Readers get a close view of the town’s inhabitants and their rituals as they prepare for the important day.

“The Lottery” tells the tale of a village that is preparing for its annual lottery. So, in the spirit of the spooky season, I thought it only appropriate to talk about “The Lottery”-a uniquely horrific tale by Shirley Jackson, author of The Haunting of Hill House. I do not care what the weather guy says, or the calendar, or my wife. It’s September 1 st, so that means it is fall.

The lottery novel