Marilynne Robinson’s fiction is, as she puts it, “an exercise in the capacity for imaginative love, or sympathy, or identification.”
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A Teacher, Lit, & a Jailed Student
In “Reading with Patrick,” English teacher Michelle Kuo works with a student in 8th grade and then later after he has killed a man. The story brings up questions about lit’s impact.
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Genesis: Story Truth, Not Happening Truth
The creation story in the Book of Genesis is magnificent poetry that resists the attempts of religious and scientific fundamentalists alike to reduce it to a scientific account.
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Though Thou Art in Thy Blood, Live
Spiritual Sunday A couple of weeks ago my library reading group discussed Marilynne Robinson’s Lila, the third novel in what one member described as a triptych. I love Robinson’s depiction of the Congregationalist minister John Ames in Gilead, and Lila gives us the backstory of the woman that Ames marries as an old man. (Home, […]
The Deep (Not Scientific) Truth of Genesis
The Book of Genesis, like poetry, captures truths inaccessible to science.
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Returning Home to Aging Parents
Marilynne’s Robinson’s novel “Home” captures some of my own experience returning home.
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Acknowledging the Mysteries of Creation
Novelist Marilynne Robinson takes to task both narrow-minded scientists and narrow-minded believers and holds up fiction as a powerful road to truth.
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Destructive Grieving for a Lost America
Grieving for a lost America reaches deep across the political spectrum, “Beowulf” provides a healthy response.
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