Knox's To Begin Again sizzles and crackles with the stuff of life.
I've been guilty of gravitating to mostly popular novels. A great number of them are watered down versions of writing, cotton candy visions wrapped in saccharine adjectives and banal adverbs.
This collection of short stories and essays made my fingers tingle and my feet fidget. I always have a physical reaction to excellent prose; it is something to which I have never been able to become desensitized. But Knox's stories were different: they actually made me want to take out my pen and start writing. Characters on the brink of their own personal realizations, in the act of becoming, are incredibly inspiring, and Knox crafts them with a subtlety and complexity that surpasses expectation.
A teenage girl pinned between the numbing sensations of her parents' divorce and the exhilaration of rebellion and abandon.
A widower coping with the loss of his wife and the sudden appearance of his estranged son.
A woman assaulted for no apparent reason and helped by not one of the many onlookers that day.
A couple scraping by and struggling to break even in face of unemployment, emotional apathy, disillusion, and adultery.
Each story left me wanting to learn more about the characters that inhabit them.
I will keep an eye out for future Knox releases. In the meantime, I will be writing.
Excerpt:
The men I love die and, even if they live, my daily rituals are becoming too all-consuming for me to entertain distracting and emotive pastimes such as romance. I must learn to be methodical if I want to continue to live a productive life. After all, I have been elected for this self-study of old age and must make the most of it. Take, for instance, the curious nature of my own bones as they begin to shrink and curve toward the ground. I had never really noticed my body beginning to hunch over until I got out of bed a year ago, stood up straight and realized that I was still facing the floor. The experience caused me to pay attention to the drastic changes occurring in my body each day. Sometimes I feel honored; it is as though I have been allowed the exclusive experience of old age and I should make the most of it.