A book that almost begs to be read aloud. Robinson's use of language is so authentic and umm, lyrical at the same time- I am not sure that is the word I want but it is close. I usually read for the story, but Gilead does not have a plot. It is the voice of an old man, a preacher who is trying to capture and write his memories - which are pretty much his only legacy to his small son. He meanders a bit, even repeating himself, just like an old person would do.
I am surprised how the book does hold your attention. Now you would think an old preacher would be pretty dull and stuffy, especially since he came from a whole family of them. However, the conflict between his father and grandfather, is intriguing, in fact an interesting reflection of the times.
I am sure the idea of reflecting on the precious and fleeting qualities of this world as one prepares to leave it, have been explored by many before. That's OK, the author manages (so far) to keep the voice real, something that can be tough when tackling a topic that is not part of everyday conversation.
