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A review by farah_esther
Gilead by Marilynne Robinson
5.0
This is one of those books one must have in their personal book collection , it will be a counsellor for life .
A few of the profound lines from the book that I had to write down ..
“One short sleep past ,wee wake eternally , And death shall be no more ;death, thou shalt die .”
John Donne
“Though I must say all this has given me a new glimpse of the ongoing ness of the world.We fly forgotten as a dream , leaving the forgetful world behind us to trample and mar and misplace everything we have ever cared for .”
“That is just the way of it , and it is remarkable
Young people from my own flock have come home with a copy of La Nausse or L’Immoraliste , flummoxed by the possibility of unbelief , when I must have told them a thousand times that unbelief is possible.
And they are attracted to it , by the very books that tell them what a mystery it is .And they want me to defend religion , and they want me to give them ‘proofs’. I just won’t do it .It only confirms them in their skepticism. Because nothing true can be said about God from a posture of defence .”
“ This is how life goes -we send our children into the wilderness.Some of them on the day they are born , it seems , for all the help we can give them .Some of them seem to be a kind of wilderness unto themselves .But there must be angels there too, and springs of water .Even that wilderness , the very habitation of jackals , is the Lord’s.I need to bear this in mind .”
“ Strange are the uses of adversity .’That’s a fact.
When I’m up here in my study with the radio on and some old book in my hands and it’s night-time and the wind blows and the house creaks , I forget where Iam , and it’s as though I’m back in hard times for a minute or two , and there’s a sweetness in the experience which I don’t understand.But that only enhances the value of it .My point here is that you never do know the actual nature even of your own experience.Or perhaps it has no fixed and certain nature .I remember my father down on his heels in the rain , water dripping from his hat , feeding me biscuit from his scorched hand, with that old blackened wreck of a church behind him and steam rising where the rain fell on the embers , the rain falling gusts and the woman singing ‘The Old rugged Cross’ while they saw to things , moving so gently , as if they were dancing to a hymn almost .”
A few of the profound lines from the book that I had to write down ..
“One short sleep past ,wee wake eternally , And death shall be no more ;death, thou shalt die .”
John Donne
“Though I must say all this has given me a new glimpse of the ongoing ness of the world.We fly forgotten as a dream , leaving the forgetful world behind us to trample and mar and misplace everything we have ever cared for .”
“That is just the way of it , and it is remarkable
Young people from my own flock have come home with a copy of La Nausse or L’Immoraliste , flummoxed by the possibility of unbelief , when I must have told them a thousand times that unbelief is possible.
And they are attracted to it , by the very books that tell them what a mystery it is .And they want me to defend religion , and they want me to give them ‘proofs’. I just won’t do it .It only confirms them in their skepticism. Because nothing true can be said about God from a posture of defence .”
“ This is how life goes -we send our children into the wilderness.Some of them on the day they are born , it seems , for all the help we can give them .Some of them seem to be a kind of wilderness unto themselves .But there must be angels there too, and springs of water .Even that wilderness , the very habitation of jackals , is the Lord’s.I need to bear this in mind .”
“ Strange are the uses of adversity .’That’s a fact.
When I’m up here in my study with the radio on and some old book in my hands and it’s night-time and the wind blows and the house creaks , I forget where Iam , and it’s as though I’m back in hard times for a minute or two , and there’s a sweetness in the experience which I don’t understand.But that only enhances the value of it .My point here is that you never do know the actual nature even of your own experience.Or perhaps it has no fixed and certain nature .I remember my father down on his heels in the rain , water dripping from his hat , feeding me biscuit from his scorched hand, with that old blackened wreck of a church behind him and steam rising where the rain fell on the embers , the rain falling gusts and the woman singing ‘The Old rugged Cross’ while they saw to things , moving so gently , as if they were dancing to a hymn almost .”