![]() ![]() Just the touch of his hand.” Lila explores what that crying expresses-joy and scalding at once. Witness a woman who has just been baptized by the man who will become her husband: “That was what made her cry. When you’re scalded, touch hurts, it makes no difference if it’s kindly meant.”Įxcept it does make a difference, or it can. ![]() Louis bordello holds a kind of heartbreak: “When a house is shut up like that in the middle of a summer day the light that comes in through any crack is as sharp as a blade.” The notion that light might hurt-that illumination doesn’t always arrive as salvation, or that salvation might ache before it heals-echoes the novel’s articulation of a more personal kind of pain. In Lila, her brilliant and deeply affecting new novel, even her description of sunlight in a St. Her novels are interested in what makes grace necessary at all-shame and its afterlife, loss and its residue, the limits and betrayals of intimacy. Marilynne Robinson tracks the movements of grace as if it were a wild animal, appearing for fleeting intervals and then disappearing past the range of vision, emerging again where we least expect to find it. ![]()
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |