What’s the saddest book you’ve read recently?
I had to go back months to find a sad book. (I’ve been dodging the sad ones quite effectively.)
When I think back on the book Home by Marilynne Robinson, though, I realize that the book made me feel melancholy. (So much so that I didn’t even write about it here!)
It’s a companion novel to Robinson’s award-winning Gilead (which also felt sad to me). The same characters and much of the same timeframe (and even the same events) are covered in the two novels, but they are narrated by two different people: Home by a woman named Glory Boughton (whose life is anything but glorious), and Gilead by her neighbor, the elderly Rev. John Ames.
Oh, these books are melancholy. The human failings in them just tire me out. How’s that for a ringing endorsement?
Truly, they both are beautiful books. And they’re lovely ones to listen to on audio. But to me, they both felt sad.