I Loved This Novel. Still Do. More Than Before.
Marilynne Robinson’s novel Gilead—if you can call it that—continues to move me, months after I read it. I have waited to comment on it since I knew it would be around for decades (centuries?). I wanted to let it ripen in my memory.
Rev. John Ames is dying. The book is a kind of last testament he would like his young son to read when he is twenty-five, long…Continue Reading