WINNER OF THE WOMEN'S PRIZE FOR FICTION 2009
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Jack Boughton - prodigal son - has been gone twenty years. He returns home seeking refuge and to make peace with the past. A bad boy from childhood, an alcoholic who cannot hold down a job, Jack is perpetually at odds with his surroundings and with his traditionalist father, though he remains Boughton's most beloved child. His sister Glory has also returned, fleeing her own mistakes, to care for their dying father. A moving book about families, about love and death and faith, Home is unforgettable. It is a masterpiece.
'One of the greatest living novelists' BRYAN APPLEYARD, SUNDAY TIMES
'A luminous, profound and moving piece of writing. There is no contemporary American novelist whose work I would rather read' MICHAEL ARDITTI, INDEPENDENT
'Her novels are replete with a sense of felt life, with a deep and abiding sympathy for her characters and a full understanding of their inner lives' COLM TOIBIN
'Utterly haunting' JANE SHILLING, SUNDAY TELEGRAPH
Read MoreNow let me be clear - I'm not saying that you're actually dead if you haven't read Marilynne Robinson, but I honestly couldn't say you're fully alive... One of the greatest living novelists - Sunday Times
Her novels are replete with a sense of felt life, with a deep and abiding sympathy for her characters and a full understanding of their inner lives - Colm Toibin
Marilynne Robinson has emerged as one of America's greatest contemporary novelists. Home reads like the obbligato beneath Gilead's descant: where Gilead is consoling, Home is almost frighteningly sad; where Gilead offers benediction, Home offers only valediction. Home is a book of sorrows, of disappointment, and of the fragile, improbable ways in which home, even when it is shadowed by failure and guilt, can offer hope . . . divine comfort is the foundation of Home, one of the saddest books I have ever loved - Guardian
The power and grace of Robinson's prose is as much in evidence in the new novel as in Gilead - Sunday Times
There are very few novels written by living novelists that I wish I had written myself and Marilynne Robinson has written two of them. The two novels, while perfectly capable of being read independently, form a diptych. The heart of this utterly absorbing, precisely observed, marvellous novel is the fumbling inadequacy of love, its inability to avert our terrible capacity to wound and maim, not even but especially, those nearest and dearest to us - Independent on Sunday
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