A version of this article originally appeared in the March 1994 issue of SPIN. In honor of Juliana Hatfield’s latest album, Blood, being released on May 14, 2021, we’re republishing this story.
It takes a lot of hard work to keep an enigma in motion. Juliana Hatfield has never been afraid of the fierce work ethic of enigma maintenance. “I get pleasure in being misrepresented,” she says casually, shredding a toothpick into a pile of splinters on the table, “because it proves that people can’t figure me out. It’s good that people don’t know the real me. I wouldn’t want people to really know me. That would be creepy.”
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