Wednesday, July 10, 2013
GILEAD by Marilynne Robinson
John Ames comes from a long line of preachers. It's the 1950s, and he's now in his
seventies, with a young wife and a very young son. He knows that death is near, and this novel
is the text of a letter that he intends for his son to read after he grows up,
in order to find out who his father was. John Ames's first wife died in childbirth, rendering
John a very lonely pastor for most of his adult life. We do get some tales of his father and
grandfather, including a long and difficult quest to find the grandfather's
grave, but I have to admit that I frequently got confused as to which
generation was which. The crux of the
story, though, is that Ames's best friend Broughton named his son for John
Ames, and that son, known as Jack, has been an embarrassment and a burden to
his family his entire life. Now Jack is
back in town (Gilead, Iowa),
and he also seems to be growing a little too cozy with John Ames's wife and
child, and this new bond with his family makes John Ames very
uncomfortable. Should he tell his wife
about Jack's many transgressions, particularly one that resulted in
tragedy? As it turns out, Jack needs
John Ames's advice on a personal matter that he is reluctant to share with his
own father, whose health is failing. The
son's current dilemma is completely different from his mistakes of the past,
and John Ames has to reevaluate his opinion of this prodigal son whose father
has forgiven him time after time. Jack's
current difficulty is one that requires understanding rather than forgiveness. All in all, the pacing of this book was a
little too slow for me, and the content was a little too introspective. Except for the one essential conflict with
Jack, nothing much happens. I expected
there to be some sort of reassessment of faith or perhaps some intrusion of
doubt, particularly with the regard to the afterlife, but those types of issues
don't come up. John Ames describes
himself as "the good son," and his conscience is clear, as his life
draws to a close, but I'd prefer to read about a life that's a little more
colorful.
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