A review by juliaem
Home, by Marilynne Robinson
4.0
If I think too hard about the fact that this is the first work of fiction I've finished since January, I'll get really sad. Grad school, BAH.
So instead I'll sing Marilynne Robinson's praises. I read "Gilead" in 2007, and some of the same characters from the town of Gilead reappear here, in this retelling of the story of the prodigal son. Robinson has a real knack for writing about faith without being either cheesy or preachy, and gives a simultaneously delicate yet incisive voice to family dynamics--present, past, and our memories of both, even as the present unfolds and the past is dredged up. She is one of those novelists who I will always want to read what she has thought fit to write.
So instead I'll sing Marilynne Robinson's praises. I read "Gilead" in 2007, and some of the same characters from the town of Gilead reappear here, in this retelling of the story of the prodigal son. Robinson has a real knack for writing about faith without being either cheesy or preachy, and gives a simultaneously delicate yet incisive voice to family dynamics--present, past, and our memories of both, even as the present unfolds and the past is dredged up. She is one of those novelists who I will always want to read what she has thought fit to write.