A review by jonscott9
Home by Marilynne Robinson

3.0

It's important to note that this novel is not a sequel (nor a prequel) to Robinson's glorious Gilead. It's rather a companion book, with a story that could have happened concurrently with that of Gilead.

More poetry masquerading as prose from Robinson, a master of letters. This one's not as taut top to bottom as Gilead, but it's beautiful, nonetheless, revolving this time around John Ames's friend Boughton, and his daughter Glory and some-kind-of-prodigal son Jack. It's mostly about Glory and Jack, in all their wounded sibling interplay.

Robinson is deft at writing and describing dialogue. Lengthy, believable, unadorned conversations. Convos that matter and that are striking for how simple they are.

This book is stirring. Flat-out stirring. It's not exactly plot-tastic, but that's common with her books. Like Gilead and Housekeeping, you have to drink these words slowly, although not quite like those two. This one can read more quickly.

The last 8-10 pages were especially poignant, and the story ended in the only way it probably could. Ah! So much sadness and pain and light and beauty!