A new book review from the desk of The Movie Snob.
Home, by Marilynn Robinson (2008). It has been more than 10 years since I read and reviewed Robinson’s previous novel, Gilead, and now I wish I had read the two novels back to back, or at least closer together. Gilead was the autobiographical story of an elderly Iowa minister, and figuring large in his story were his dear friend Boughton and Boughton’s black-sheep son Jack. Home tells much of the same story, but this time from the perspective of Jack’s sister Glory, who is a close-up witness to the ripple effects of Jack’s sudden return to the tranquil pond of Gilead, Iowa. In my review of Gilead I took its narrator, Ames, to be a pretty saintly guy, but Home puts him in a rather different light. Anyway, I thought it took a while to get going, but ultimately Home packed a pretty good punch. I recommend it. And maybe I won’t wait 10 years to read Robinson’s 2014 follow-up, Lila.