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Daddy Love

  by Joyce Carol Oates


(about 236 pages)
58,974
total words
of all the books in our library
48.82%
vividness
of all the books in our library
9.32%
passive voice
of all the books in our library
3.29%
all adverbs
of all the books in our library
1.13%
ly-adverbs
of all the books in our library
2.16%
non-ly-adverbs
of all the books in our library

clippings from this book

We’ve analyzed hundreds of millions of words, from thousands of different authors, training our linguistic models to recognize the most vivid words in the English language… the words that create the most intense sensory experiences: colors, textures, sounds, flavors, and aromas.

Based on our analysis, we’ve scanned through the pages of this book to find the two pages at the extremes, both the most-passive and the most-vivid pages, so that you can compare them side-by-side and see the difference:

MOST PASSIVE PAGE
MOST VIVID PAGE
was the hard question. What is this thing—love. Mommy had not been Mommy for much of her life. Before that she’d only been “Dinah”—she’d never understood how free, how undefined, how slight her identity, before she’d become pregnant and had her baby. She’d been a half-person, all those years. No wonder she’d been lonely! Yet her mother, having had her, had not been happy. You could not say that Dinah’s mother was a whole person. Now, there was never a time when she was only Dinah. Now, she was Mommy whose name happened to be “Dinah”—but this wasn’t the most important part of her identity. Does a woman go a little crazy, having a baby? Do you get used to the baby? Do you want to get used to it? When Dinah recalled her life before Robbie, her life before the pregnancy, she was astonished at how inconsequential she’d been: just her. She’d fallen in love with Perry “Whit” Whitcomb when she’d been twenty-three. She had never been in love before and had been overwhelmed by the experience and yet: it was not the kind of nurturing love, the kind of desperate love, you felt for a child. That happy time. Even “problems” had been pleasurable, then. It was a different time now. There was nothing luxuriant in their love now. They were not brash and young now. The Mommy was twenty-eight years old and the Daddy was thirty-four years old and they would not ever be and boutiques at the edge of the university campus; she’d walked along the sidewalks, slowly, savoring even the pain in her legs and lower back, thinking with pleasure that it was her son she was waiting for, to drive back home. She hoped that, glancing at her, people could tell. A mother, and soon she’ll be picking up her child. Look how happy she is! Often Dinah waited for Robbie in a bookstore café. He would join her after class and they’d have a light lunch together in the café or at a nearby organic restaurantstrictly vegetarian food. It had developed that Robbie disliked meat, that meat and coarse foods like pizza made his stomach feelsick.” In the hospital in New Brunswick, Robbie had had to be fed through a tube, for a while. Then he’d been able to eat only soft foods. Only gradually had his ability to digest normal foods returned. But meat, he said, wasnasty.” By degrees, Robbie had come to like yogurt, fruit smoothies, shredded wheat, muesli, sautéed tofu, jasmine rice, brown rice, wild rice, and all varieties of pasta. His desserts were carrot cake, gingerbread, strawberries, banana smoothies, frozen yogurt. His parents introduced him to Chinese, Thai, Middle Eastern and Indian cuisine, which featured many vegetarian dishes. Dinah was trying to convert him from carbonated soda drinks to the Snapple drinks which she preferred and which were far healthier. Robbie knew of organic foods. Robbie began to look for organic on food

emotional story arc

Click anywhere on the chart to see the most significant emotional words — both positive & negative — from the corresponding section of the text…
This chart visualizes the the shifting emotional balance for the arc of this story, based on the emotional strength of the words in the prose, using techniques pioneered by the UVM Computational Story Lab. To create this story arc, we divided the complete manuscript text into 50 equal-sized chunks, each with 1179.48 words, and then we scored each section by counting the number of strongly-emotional words, both positive and negative. The bars in the chart move downward whenever there’s conflict and sadness, and they move upward when conflicts are resolved, or when the characters are happy and content. The size of each bar represents the positive or negative word-count of that section.

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