A professor at Dodge College, I teach Film Music. I spent 33 years in the movie business before teaching. I LOVE books and my girls. Ta-Da!
Be prepared to get transported into the world of an old man writing a very long love letter to his son. Tim Jerome's narration is heavenly. This isn't an action piece ,so be warned. It is a gift of superb writing and honest emotion. How the author brought this character to life must have been an act of divine love. I don't know how to characterize this book, other than feeling like you want the main character to be sending you the letter he's written to his son.
This is both a fantastic book in and of itself, but it is also a thoroughly well-done audiobook. The narrator's voice is so rich and melodious! I would marry a 67 year old too, if he spoke like Tim Jerome! Robinson's story is slow, but wonderful. The characters, especially the central one, are very vivid and so very human. Highly recommended!
This is a case in which a major book's excellence is rendered all but unlistenable by a dreadfully cast reader. Tim Jerome handles this work in a very old-fashioned format, musty and nostalgic, perfect for Dickens, not for the intelligent stance of a contemporary intellience like Robinson. After a few minutes, the sweetness of this approach goes sickly, the prose starts to sound like Sunday School literature (which is too much in the context of a minister's tale) -- the listener is left trying to search out the smart cadences and ruminative depths that make Robinson's work important. It's too bad. But be sure to note that my ranking here isn't a negative comment about Robinson's literary achievement, but about the audiobook's casting.
John Ames is dying, and this book is his letter to his 7 year old son. An amazing exploration of father/son relationships and one preacher's existential crisis.
This is not a thriller, this is a careful exposition of a time, a place, a man's life, and a preacher's perspectivve on the changing world around him.
Very valuable, very glad I read it.
I found this book engrossing. It seemed to me the reader was perfectly suited to the personality of the narrator. The flashbacks to tales of the underground railway and the difficulties of a present day mixed marriage speak to how far the country has come in regard to race relations. Ms. Robinson has conjured up a wonderful narrator in John Ames. His feelings for his wife and son as well as for his church and town are palpable. This was a wonderful book!
I have already planned on doing so. As with her previous novel, Marilynne Robinson has captured such wonderful selections of the english language to tell this story that it reguires much more than one pass. Perhaps twice for the masterful story line, twice for the characterization, and innumerable for the glorious language she chooses. I will keep it on my
I especially enjoyed the times that the main character described the love and appreciation he had for his son. What child wouldn't want to hear those remarks from their parent?
Tim Jerome WAS the Reverend, our main character. His intonations and expert use of his voice brought this story to life. Excellent job.
There were so many parts I adored but I can point clearly to the telling of the trip to the graveyard and meeting the woman on the farm. It was greatly moving to me.
I will keep reading this work as I did Ms. Robinson's first work, Housekeeping. Both of them are glorious works.
When a friend recommended this book to me I immediately downloaded it. I loved every minute of it and couldn't wait to see how it ended. I have in turn recommended it to my friends!
The narration of this audio book perfectly suits the predicate: an old man wants to leave a memoir for the much-loved young child of his second marriage. As a preacher in the midWest who essentially stayed in one town throughout his life, his story is made up of a cascade of small details (some of which are of interest only to him). Nonetheless the book gradually pulls the listener in -- in part because the narrator knows he has little time in which to write before he dies. Had I been my grandfather's child rather than my father's I could well imagine treasuring this as his diary.