Everything in Jack is a marvel.
Jess Row asks what happens when alienation turns to rage.
Poetry and fiction grant us glimpses of God.
Robinson's essays are sometimes tedious. Yet they provide glimpses of the capacious faith undergirding her novels.
Oddly, the less people know about something the harder it is to tell them about it.
Critics are correct that Robinson doesn't offer an alternative to the Christian Right. But she never claimed to.
To meet others as God meets us—prickly and imprecise and difficult though we may sometimes be—is a kind of grace.
One blessing of being retired from ministry is that I'm reading more books that are not directly related to that work.
In a crucial scene of Marilynne Robinson’s new novel, Lila spends the morning thinking, has lunch, then thinks some more. Why isn’t this boring?
When I was a child, I read only baseball box scores. More recently, when Marilynne Robinson has a new book I immediately order it.