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Zorrie
by Laird Hunt
"She had the flu one year, three colds the next, and then wasn't sick the following two" (79).
It seems so simple, but I love the various way the author passes time in this story. Additionally, and more importantly, his writing is poignant and beautiful - up there with the best of the melancholy. Initially, the writing felt sweet and simple, though not necessarily moving, but then chapter IV hits and his descriptions are breathtaking. How does writing from the same author in the same book make such a drastic shift?
Zorrie's vulnerability and strength are endearing, as is the way she cares about the people in her life, even her aunt who "had been wildly deficient as a maternal substitute" (136). It's a special thing to get to know a life story, even one that's fictional; it gives the reader an opportunity to contemplate his or her own life and the moments and people that matter.
I appreciate the inclusion of the Radium Girls as well. I love when an author takes a small, possibly not widely known, piece of history and weaves it through an entire story: "...the plant where they had sucked on candy and painted their clock faces and pointed their brushes and blown kisses at their future doom..." (90).
It seems so simple, but I love the various way the author passes time in this story. Additionally, and more importantly, his writing is poignant and beautiful - up there with the best of the melancholy. Initially, the writing felt sweet and simple, though not necessarily moving, but then chapter IV hits and his descriptions are breathtaking. How does writing from the same author in the same book make such a drastic shift?
Zorrie's vulnerability and strength are endearing, as is the way she cares about the people in her life, even her aunt who "had been wildly deficient as a maternal substitute" (136). It's a special thing to get to know a life story, even one that's fictional; it gives the reader an opportunity to contemplate his or her own life and the moments and people that matter.
I appreciate the inclusion of the Radium Girls as well. I love when an author takes a small, possibly not widely known, piece of history and weaves it through an entire story: "...the plant where they had sucked on candy and painted their clock faces and pointed their brushes and blown kisses at their future doom..." (90).