Lila by Marilynne Robinson
3 words: stark, moving, somber
Oh, Marilynne Robinson… you make me so sad. And so happy-sad. But mostly so sad-happy.
If you’re reading a book by Marilynne Robinson, here’s what to expect: lovely writing, deep and quiet inner lives, and an in-depth examination of the ways we care for–and sometimes fail–each other.
She puts her characters, with their harsh lives, into a mean world and then comforts them with other characters. But then the mean world barges in and threatens to mess things up.
And since the characters have become people we care about… this is tough to take.
Yet: I keep coming back for more.
But only at measured intervals, because my heart can only take so much.
In this book, Lila, the “old man” preacher’s young wife, is the central figure, and her story is a sad, sad, sad one. She’s probably an orphan, and she’s homeless, and she doesn’t know her actual last name. Dear heaven.
It’s the kind of book that made me specially grateful for the simple things, like my sturdy-roofed little house with running water. It’s even got electricity this house!
So there’s Lila’s resilience and self-reliance. And there’s the unlikely love story of Lila and Rev. Ames. And there’s the simplicity of the story, plus its complexity.
It leaves me feeling wildly melancholy yet hopeful.
What about you? Ever read a book that made you feel so emotionally conflicted?