Rocco Maiolo's Ramblings and Musings

I've just finished reading Marilynne Robinson's Home . If you know nothing about Marilynne Robinson, know that her first book, Housekeeping , considered a modern classic, won the Ernest Hemingway Foundation Award; her second book, Gilead , won the Pulizer along with a slew of other awards; and then there's Home , winner of the L.A. Times Book Prize and the Orange Prize. In a book review published in The Independent , Salley Vickers writes, "Home is not a novel in which plot matters. Like Jane Austen, but in a different key, Robinson's intent focus is the super-subtleties of human exchange. The heart of this utterly absorbing, precisely observed, marvellous novel is the fumbling inadequacy of love, its inability to avert our terrible capacity to wound and maim, not even but especially, those nearest and dearest to us." It took me a month and a half to read Home . That's in part due to the fact that our book club did a meet-and-greet in early April,