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Jack Boughton - prodigal son - has been gone twenty years. He returns home seeking refuge and to make peace with the past. A bad boy from childhood, an alcoholic who cannot hold down a job, Jack is perpetually at odds with his surroundings and with his traditionalist father, though he remains Boughton's most beloved child. His sister Glory has also returned, fleeing her own mistakes, to care for their dying father. A moving book about families, about love and death and faith, Home is unforgettable. It is a masterpiece.
'One of the greatest living novelists' BRYAN APPLEYARD, SUNDAY TIMES
'A luminous, profound and moving piece of writing. There is no contemporary American novelist whose work I would rather read' MICHAEL ARDITTI, INDEPENDENT
'Her novels are replete with a sense of felt life, with a deep and abiding sympathy for her characters and a full understanding of their inner lives' COLM TOIBIN
'Utterly haunting' JANE SHILLING, SUNDAY TELEGRAPH©2008 Marilynne Robinson
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Now let me be clear - I'm not saying that you're actually dead if you haven't read Marilynne Robinson, but I honestly couldn't say you're fully alive... One of the greatest living novelists (Bryan Appleyard)
Her novels are replete with a sense of felt life, with a deep and abiding sympathy for her characters and a full understanding of their inner lives
Marilynne Robinson has emerged as one of America's greatest contemporary novelists. Home reads like the obbligato beneath Gilead's descant: where Gilead is consoling, Home is almost frighteningly sad; where Gilead offers benediction, Home offers only valediction. Home is a book of sorrows, of disappointment, and of the fragile, improbable ways in which home, even when it is shadowed by failure and guilt, can offer hope . . . divine comfort is the foundation of Home, one of the saddest books I have ever loved (Sarah Churchwell)
This is certainly a novel about faith and love. However, it is also a meditation on doubt and fear . . . There is both a subtlety and a simplicity about her most powerful themes. She asserts the elusiveness of perfection, the foolishness of severe self-judgement and the unavoidable necessity of having to suffer in order to love . . . The beauty of Home is that it does not offer the counterfeit currency of certainty but proffers the under-valued coin of hope. That is its glory, too
Like its predecessor, Home is most notable for its spirituality. Its language has a scriptural power and resonance. Much of the imagery is biblical, especially of Jack, who is both Prodigal Son and Penitent Thief and, finally, even the "Man of Sorrows" . . . it is a luminous, profound and moving piece of writing. There is no contemporary American novelist whose work I would rather read (Michael Arditti)
One of the cleverest things about Home is its interplay with Gilead. While the earlier Gilead is the more faultless novel, Home is in some ways the more interesting, since it deals in grey areas rather than in simple decency
The power and grace of Robinson's prose is as much in evidence in the new novel as in Gilead
There are very few novels written by living novelists that I wish I had written myself and Marilynne Robinson has written two of them. The two novels, while perfectly capable of being read independently, form a diptych. The heart of this utterly absorbing, precisely observed, marvellous novel is the fumbling inadequacy of love, its inability to avert our terrible capacity to wound and maim, not even but especially, those nearest and dearest to us (Sally Vickers)
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