USA Today notes the following:
“Someone, please hand Marilynne Robinson a Kleenex. Somewhere beneath the piles of prose in her new novel, Home, is buried a lovely, simple story of the return of one family's prodigal son. But to get to it, be prepared to read about piano teachers, gardens, grocery store orders and myriad other small-town details that are either charming and richly layered — or deeply annoying.”
All this pertains to the author’s recent novel, titled “Home.” What’s so bad about it? The reviewer also asks:
“So why did this novel bore me to tears? Why did it make me crave something human, something relatable, something slightly less pompous from a writer like Curtis Sittenfeld or Lionel Shriver?”
Publishers Weekly doesn’t offer much:
“In giving an ancient drama of grace and perdition such a strong domestic setup, Robinson stakes a fierce claim to a divine recognition behind the rituals of home.”
Click here for the USA Today review. Farrar, Straus and Giroux is the publisher.
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