McCorkle (who’s name is endlessly fun to say) is known for her somewhat quirky short stories. I saw her read some a few years ago and quite enjoyed it. This novel doesn’t stray far from the mold, as it’s basically a linked set of short stories. The book (which has the same title as another anticipated book this month) follows the many inhabitants of an assisted living retirement center. Odds are the book balances funny antics–these debaucherous places are STD hotbeds–with sad encounters with mortality. (“If parts of the novel read like a needlepoint sampler, other parts read like needlepoint graffiti.”) Well-balanced, that could make for a good read.
I tend to not like when books are built around novelist protagonists, though this one does seems to be more purposefully a veiled memoir, and a thoughtful reflection on Ozeki’s life experience. If it’s well written, that’s something I can get on board with. Also, the premise made me think of Weezer, who I used to like before they decided to suck.