Home: A Novel
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A NATIONAL BOOK AWARD FINALIST
A New York Times Bestseller
Hailed as “incandescent,” “magnificent,” and “a literary miracle” (Entertainment Weekly), hundreds of thousands of readers were enthralled by Marilynne Robinson’s Gilead. Now Robinson returns with a brilliantly imagined retelling of the prodigal son parable, set at the same moment and in the same Iowa town as Gilead. The Reverend Boughton’s hell-raising son, Jack, has come home after twenty years away. Artful and devious in his youth, now an alcoholic carrying two decades worth of secrets, he is perpetually at odds with his traditionalist father, though he remains his most beloved child. As Jack tries to make peace with his father, he begins to forge an intense bond with his sister Glory, herself returning home with a broken heart and turbulent past. Home is a luminous and healing book about families, family secrets, and faith from one of America’s most beloved and acclaimed authors.
Pitiful – reader –
This book should never have been published and, now that it has, no one should bother reading it. I loved Gilead and I think Robinson’s prose is generally wonderful. Her style reminds me of a Horton Foote play, gentle, insightful relationships with quiet explorations of emotions as well as ideas. Unfortunately, though, I think the only reason this book, Home, ever saw the light of day was because of the success of Gilead.
This was one long wallow in pity, self and otherwise. Jack is the wimpiest character to make his way into serious fiction and there is zero development from start to finish unless one considers going from whiney to whinier to whiniest some form of development. Glory also has her share of self-pity but reserves most of it to pour out onto her hapless brother, Jack. Old man Boughton is just plain pitiful in a hurtful, passive-aggressive fashion. Not a very likable cast to spend one’s time with over the course of a whole novel in which not a lot happens except the constant whinging. I hung in there to the end, holding out some hope for redemption of some kind or other, for some character or other, but they all went nowhere but down. Not that I need or even hope for a happy ending, just for some form of viable life to emerge. I have never been sorrier that I forced myself to read to the end.
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