A Short Critique of Going Away Shoes by Jill McCorkle
Hey girl hey!
Guess who actually finished a book, her first one of the year?
(obnoxiously waves both hands and smiles)
Yep. I realize it’s halfway through 2022, and this is a pretty pathetic reading count for a supposed bookworm like me. But you know what? Life gets busy, yo. The days zip right on by. And I refuse to rush my sacred reading time. I’ll finish when I finish.
(I also checked the Notes on my iPhone, and I haven’t even touched my 100 Classics Reading Challenge in over a year. I, uhh, (coughs) have 95 books left to read. IN FIVE YEARS. I may have bitten off more than I can chew on that one.)
I read this book. And I loved it. And here’s why.
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Going Away Shoes (Stories) by Jill McCorkle (2009)
Sometimes I’m all but certain I’m a freak of nature.
Like… I honestly think no one else really gets it. I often feel like I’m some cynical, opinionated d-bag, who comes across to most people as just another wannabe hipster.
Let me assure you: I do not want to be a hipster.*
I just want to be honest. And I wish more people would do the same.
So when I read McCorkle’s work, I felt. . . like I instantly had a friend. I felt like she. . . got it.
Her prose is simple, yet stunning in its insight. Her close third-person narrative is (dare I say it) on-par with Stephen King himself. You know her characters. You feel them. And achieving this through short stories—not a novel—is no easy task.
McCorkle illuminates the extraordinary among the ordinary—which I realize is pretty much my artistic goal in life.
Here’s just a tiny sample:
“She still drives Edwin’s copper-colored Electra, and has ever since he died almost two years ago. She would never have retired had she seen his death coming and with it an end to all their plans about where they wanted to go and what they wanted to do. One day she was complaining about plastic golf balls strewn all over the living room and the next she was calling 911 knowing even as she dialed and begged for someone to please help that it was too late” (McCorkle).
Anyway, this is another great literary find, friends.
I hope you enjoy it as I have.
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*I know, I know. Spoken like a hipster.
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