Thursday, June 30, 2016
Lila by Marilynne Robinson
"I believe in the grace of God. For me, that is where all these questions end"
and then this:
"then there he would be, fresh from the gallows, shocked at the kindness all around him."
I can't remember the last time I cried while reading a book. I could feel the sobbing welling up inside. It was doubly embarrassing because I was lying next to a pool in the Cote d'Azur on a brilliant blue day, and my wife was reading Bill Bryson.
Perhaps it was post-traumatic stress speaking after my coma and paralysis three years ago. The book I was reading had the weight of an old hymn, suffering graced in music.
Or perhaps it was because God was beautiful and humans, like mathematics, need infinity to make the sums come out right.
Either way, Marilynne Robinson's Lila is extraordinary.