I expected great things from Housekeeping and Marilynne Robinson did not disappoint. I read her second novel, Gilead, last year and thoroughly enjoyed it but Housekeeping surpassed it by its gratifying use of language and description. Robinson has an breathtaking ability to write in a way that is plain but wonderful, in the true sense of the word.
If you prefer novels with gripping plots, you might find Housekeeping plodding. It’s a coming of age story about two sisters, narrated by the older of the two, that centers on loneliness and loss, two centerpieces of the human condition. Despite its themes and dreary setting, I didn’t find it to be a depressing book, likely because of the thoughtful, interesting prose and the way the story drew me into Ruthie’s world and made me see things from her perspective as the very best novels do.
The exceptional beauty of this book restored my faith in contemporary literature and gave me hope that great fiction is still being written, but it wasn’t lofty or condescending. The sparse simplicity made me want to write, to use the English language, to edit and edit again until I could find a small bit of beauty in my labor and Marilynne Robinson has created on every page. (10/10, from the library.)