From an unpromising storyline -- old Presbyterian pastor writes letter to son born in his old age, including lengthy recollections of his sermons -- Marilynne Robinson has conjured a book about life, joy, fathers, sons, ordinariness and grace. It occasionally drags (I listened to an audio version) but is exquisite and fine, dissecting (for example) how love for a prodigal can even somehow be more intense than the the love for the one that didn't stray. It won the 2005 Pulitzer Prize for fiction. A lovely, remarkable book by someone who clearly not only shares my faith but could teach it to me all over again.
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