Oh. This one.
I mean, I knew it would be emotional, but I didn’t expect to be sobbing uncontrollably through the first 100 pages. Eventually, I stopped crying every time I picked up the book, as I became comfortable with a certain level of discomfort. By the end of the book, I was crying again, because of the beauty and comfort.
lonely, feral girl.
the strange comfort of marriage.
I’m not going to say much about this book, because it needs to be experienced, but I’ll share some lovely reviews and interviews with Marilynne Robinson because I think she’s an incredible human.
The Power of Grace (a review from The Atlantic)
“People,” Robinson said, pausing before she defined that familiar word in original terms: “Brilliant creatures, who at a very high rate, predictably, are incomprehensible to each other. If what people want is to be formally in society, to have status, to have loving relationships, houseplants that don’t die, the failure rate is phenomenal. . . . Excellent people, well-meaning people, their lives do not yield what they hoped. You know? This doesn’t diminish, at all, the fact that their dignity is intact. But their grief . . .”
“. . . is enormous,” I said.
–The Revelations of Marilynne Robinson (interview with NY Times Magazine)