Finished reading
A Prayer for the Dying by Stewart O'Nan today. It's just about the bleakest book I've ever read: the story of an diptheria outbreak in a small town shortly after the Civil War. There's a lot in here about God, and faith and doubt, and how to go on living in the world of death--and believe me it doesn't pull any punches. The front cover describes the novel as a mix between Stephen Crane and Stephen King--that's pretty close, although I'd add "edited by Sylvia Plath and agented by Dr. Kevorkian."
I'd reread
Man's Search for Meaning as a existential antidote, but someone stole it from me five years ago. Damn you, Nina Baliga! Or whoever it was.
What this novel really put me in mind of was "
Lot's Wife," my favorite work in the Cleveland Museum of Art. You can't get a full sense of the piece on the 'net; it's mixed media, and just a little three-dimensional. In person, it's incredibly powerful. But you get the idea.
Notable quirk:
A Prayer tor the Dying is written entirely in second person. O'Nan basically pulls off this nearly impossible task for 200 pages, although it goes without saying that
If On A Winter's Night A Traveler remains the best second person novel ever written.
# posted by
Gerry Canavan @ 5:00 PM
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