Wednesday, April 14, 2021

the last book I ever read (My Autobiography of Carson McCullers: A Memoir by Jenn Shapland, excerpt three)

from My Autobiography of Carson McCullers: A Memoir by Jenn Shapland:

The Chick-fil-A was how I knew where to turn for Carson’s house, which is green with another green house next door, and a code to get inside, and a feeling of dead dust. Her neighborhood, which used to perch on the rural outskirts of Columbus, now borders an excruciatingly typical main thoroughfare lined with fast food, a Rite Aid and a Walgreens, and a Circle K. I have never eaten Chick-fil-A, for obvious political reasons, but the drive-thru lane was always overflowing and blocking the turn for Stark Avenue. Instead, one night I ordered a pizza, and the delivery guy showed up on Carson’s porch and asked, “Do you live here?”

“Yes,” I said immediately, concerned that his handing over the pizza depended on a correct answer. “Well, sort of.”

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