A story about this — 4 years ago
meaty. boney. gristly.
it’s not a novel, though yes the title calls it that. or maybe better put: not just a novel. not just art, entertainment, etc. it’s past that, bigger yes, but without adornment. the spiritual language was the opposite of the language of the religious “right”: it was a gritty, baked in the earth sort of religiosity that is more in a person than laid on them like a garment. by the end, i felt there is something palpably different about the religion portrayed here than the kind i usually see or hear about. this is more about organism (and maybe orgasm too) and less about buildings or preachers.
plus the whole thing was so damn well written. i’ll finish it in two days, tops.
