marilynne robinson
Marilynne Robinson’s new Gilead novel makes Jack Boughton make sense
Everything in Jack is a marvel.
Examining whiteness through “reparative writing”
Jess Row asks what happens when alienation turns to rage.
by Amy Frykholm
Literary faith from Dostoevsky to Marilynne Robinson
Poetry and fiction grant us glimpses of God.
Faith, imagination, and the glory of ordinary life
Marilynne Robinson and Rowan Williams in conversation
Marilynne Robinson's beautiful, cranky nonfiction
Robinson's essays are sometimes tedious. Yet they provide glimpses of the capacious faith undergirding her novels.
How do novelists write about faith in a culture that's moving past it?
Oddly, the less people know about something the harder it is to tell them about it.
Marilynne Robinson's vision for democracy
Critics are correct that Robinson doesn't offer an alternative to the Christian Right. But she never claimed to.
Haunting particularities
To meet others as God meets us—prickly and imprecise and difficult though we may sometimes be—is a kind of grace.
Books that linger
One blessing of being retired from ministry is that I'm reading more books that are not directly related to that work.
The preacher’s wife
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?
by Amy Frykholm
Serious faith
When I was a child, I read only baseball box scores. More recently, when Marilynne Robinson has a new book I immediately order it.