The New Republic carries an article about Shirley Jackson called The Read: I'm Sorry, Ms. Jackson. In it, the author, Ruth Franklin, says of Jackson's short fiction, "The majority of the short stories...are tales of women in distress." She also says, "Jackson’s stories explore the claustrophobia that often accompanies marriage and motherhood, and the desperation to which it might drive a woman."
I noticed that Jackson wrote about women, many of them trapped in some way, when I reread her short stories back in 2008.
I had a bad work day today, but reading about Shirley always...well, gives me a lift isn't quite right. Reading about Shirley drives me on. Yeah, I needed that. Thanks for the link, Bookslut.