Stay with me though – this was carefully and exactly intended by the author, and therein lies his genius: Krall crafts a tale using melodramatically simple black and white characters who (mostly) wear their motivations on their sleeves. It’s deceptively simple and straightforward, which I was not expecting. What struck me immediately about this book though, was the style. I’m not a Western genre aficionado, I’ll admit that up front. Surprisingly, this isn’t a bad feeling – it’s a good one – because thanks to the transformative power of literature, I’m able to vicariously experience the wild west of the old spaghetti westerns through Jordan Krall’s “Fistful of Feet.” I feel like I’ve been riding through the desert on a half-dead horse, dry and aching for water, skin raw from the sand and sun blasting by me, a bullet wound festering in my side, and the scent of a woman’s sweat-soaked high heel lingering in my nostrils. ( Bizarro, fetish, Review, western, Writing)Ī review of Fistful of Feet by Jordan Krall A review of Fistful of Feet by Jordan Krallĭecemat 5:25 pm ( Bizarro, Review, Writing)
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